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CONTENTS FOR NOVEMBER 



Frontispiece 

"Back to Africa" 

Back Yonder (poem) 

Putting a City on the Map 

Music and the Drama 

Cancion del Mar 

A Curious Bungalow 

Margot (Serial) 

Money 

California Poppies (poem) . 

The Heart of Don Olvera . 

The Song in the Heart 

Passing of Another Hermit Kingdom 

Saddle Song (poem) . 

A Campfire Symposium . 

Not the Fulfillment (poem) 

The Lure of Los Angeles . 

Rays From the Den . 

The Great Southwest 

A New State . 



Snow Peaks of the Sierras 
Edwin Schallert 



John S. McGroarty 
Edwin H. Clough 
Edwin Schallert 
Lee Bernard McConville 
Henry Menken 
Mrs. M. W. Loraine 
Francis Lindsay 
Ethel Griffith Bailey 
Margaret V. Holcomb 
Charles L. Frazer 
Ozmun West . 
Lucien B. Stivers 
Captain Allen Kelly 
Jessie Davies Willdy 
John S. McGroarty 
James Main Dixon . 
Department 
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VOL. IX 



NOVEMBER 1910 



No. 2 




"Back to Africa" 

By EDWIN SCHALLERT 



ML west of where the sac- his life did seem at one time to be- 



red Nile winds its way 
sluggishly to the sea ; far 
west of Avhere the Afri- 



can boatman 



his 



sings 

soft night song to Allah ; beyond the 
reach of the hot Khamsin; far away 
from where the Simoon hurls defiant- 
ly the burning desert sand against 
the face of the immovable Sphinx; 
far west, facing the great ocean, but 
in Africa, the mysterious land, is 
Liberia. Freedom ! Freedom for the 
dark man, because it is the dark 
man's land, his land of promise, the 
earthly Paradise of which struggling 
negroes have sung for years. Their 
own country, where their own peo- 
ple live; people who know and un- 
derstand their thoughts, their cus- 
toms, their life. In that land is the 
negro's destiny fixed. Thence he 
came ; there he must and will return 
if ever in the course of this world's 
life he will be a man. 

His destiny is not our destiny; 
America is not the land "where he 
should work out his fate. Although 



come a part of that of the United 
States, still he was always external 
to it. always the outcast. Here the 
negro race as a whole will never rise 
to anv greatness. Conditions will 



There has been too 



any 
not permit it. 
much blood spilt on account of him. 
and of this he was the innocent cause. 
But the negro must find some place 
wdiere he can fully attain his desires, 
his ambitions, for being human he 
has ambitions. Africa, his own land, 
is waiting for him, waiting with out- 
stretched arms to receive him, who 
was so cruelly torn from her arms 
years ago. 
there shall 



There shall the negro go. 
he win back what has 



been lost to him through so many 
endless years, his own self-respect 
and the respect of his fellow coun- 
trymen. 

The negro can not be successful in 
this country, because there is the 
eternal difference between the black 
and the white race, a difference which 
can never be bridged. The two peo- 
ples have lived apart for too long a 







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time ever to become friends. You shores of the United States farewell 
can not bring two forces from the and return to Africa. This is the 
ends of the earth and expect them 
to unite in their thoughts and labors. 



call, which deep down in his soul 
every colored man must feel. The 



The white man does not understand call of his native land, of his home. 



the negro; the negro does not under- 
stand the white man; just as there 
not be understanding between 



can 






the Caucasian and the Mongolian, be- 



In the deep jungles of Africa, in the 
"dark continent' ' is the negro's 
Mecca; there shall he make his pil- 
rimage, and there shall he remain. 







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REV. J D GORDON. THE GIFTED LOS ANGELES PREACHER. WHOSE DREAM IT IS TO 

CHRISTIANIZE THE AFRICAN JUNGLES 



tween the Caucasian and the Indian. 
Thousands of 



years 
from 



miles, thousands of 
have separated these people 

Miles and 



years, which 

be- 



us. 

have made an impassable gulf 
tween them and us, between their 
thoughts and our thoughts, between 
their customs and our customs, be- 
tween their all and our all. 

So, sooner or later, if the negro 
will be understood, he must bid the 



All Africa is wonderful, but its 
wonders are still hidden. Think of 
the vast stretches of land in Egypt, 
the heart of the continent. Have 
they not fully repaid the labors of 
the neoole who worked there? 



people 
Think of South 



Africa 



Untold 



riches, the world's most precious 
treasures have been unearthed there. 



This 



is only a small part of the 






earth's second largest continent. The 



mineral resources of Africa are just 
becomin 




bilities. 



kn 

Liberia itself, which has 



been partly developed, has been 
found to furnish many things which 
give them a trade with the out- 
side world. Rubber constitutes an 
important export and a large cor- 
poration has been formed to culti- 
vate and ship it. 



which 



ship 
has also 



Another product 
found a foreign 



market is palm-oil and palm kernels. 
Coffee was an important article of 
trade at one time, but now on account 
of there being so many other parts 
of the world where it is produced, 
the trade in it has considerably di- 
minished. Other products, which 
are not largely exported at present, 
but with which a large commerce 
could be built up are camwood, ivory, 

um copal, 
The cacao 



cotton, tobacco, 




cacao, 

ivory nuts, ground 
industry has taken on larger propor- 
tions since the trade in coffee is not 
so large, while the cultivation of 
some of the other products is still in 
its infancy. Tropical fruits natural- 
ly thrive and cattle have been found 
to do well. Send out a colony of in- 
dustrious people into this rich region 
and undreamed of wonders will be 
brought to light. 

On the north of Liberia is Sierra 
Leone, a British possession, south 
and east the sea, the Sudan and the 
vast stretches of the mysterious Sa- 
hara desert. To the west is the great 
Atlantic ocean. Back from the sea 
coast are the deep dark forests, their 
depths full of unsolved mysteries. 
Here and there they are pierced by 
a sometimes noisy, sometimes silent 
river, or a deeply shaded woodland 
path. It is a land to dream about, 
for it is a dreamland full of shades 
and shadows and hidden things. 
Along the wonderfully varied coast 
thri vin g 




COL, ALLEN ALLENSWORTH U. S. ARMY, 
RETIRED. SELECTED TO HANDLE THE 
FUNDS FOR THE "BACK TO AFRICA' 

MOVEMENT 

country along the sea-coast is inhab- 
ited by freed American negroes, and 
civilized and half civilized natives. 
Monrovia, the capital of Liberia, is 
situated at the mouth of one of the 
rivers, and it is indeed a quaint little 
town, so modern and advanced in 
some respects, so uncivilized in oth- 

Of the interior of this little re- 
public very little is known. Here 
and there in the dense forest is a 
lonely village, but the villagers are 
uncouth, half-civilized or barbarous 
beings; and although they are fully 
capable of learning, they resent the 
intrusion of anything new. But even 
now in their own rough way they 
towns are scattered. In build their houses, make their gar- 



ers. 



some places the sea is faced by a 
sheer promontory, in others it meets 
a dreamy river, and again it dies 
in white foam on a smooth line 
of sandy beach. This portion of the 



ments, their tools and their weapons 
— they even have musical instru- 
ments. 

The honesty prevailing amongst 
them is marvelous. They never 




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think of stealing from one another. 
A person can leave his provisions out 
in front of his house all night and 
rest assured that they will be there 
in the morning. They do not see any 
reason for stealing because they have 
peculiar custom of always dividing 
their food with one another. Conse- 
quently he who was the victim of the 
robbery wc-nVl got his share anyhow. 

These peopi * ;:, the wild places 
need a teacher to »pen their eyes to 
the light of civilization, to make them 
men and to show them the possibil- 
ities which exist in their country. 
This teacher is at hand, and it is in- 
tended that he shall be a body of 

for one 



men 



all working together 



to the conditions prevailing there as 
were those who emigrated a century 
ago. No wonder that the project was 
given up at that time, when whole 
ships of men and women died of the 
fever or were killed by savage tribes. 
At the present time, these evils can 
be faced, because now advanced med- 
ical aid will be at hand and the sav- 
age tribes have been subdued. 

That there is a real movement 
toward the colonization and civiliza- 
tion of Africa — a back to Africa 
movement — is evidenced by the fact 
that there are three negroes of great 
ability who are doing all in their 
power to create it and with success. 
These men have dreamed of the land 



common end. One man has gone out ?' promi * e K fo 7 ears ' a land whe ^ 
there many a time, gone and accom- ki *T- PP ^' f f ee ^ Capa_ 



plished practically nothing or per- 
ished in the attempt. But a body of 
men striving together can accom- 
plish what one man can not. The 
example of a well regulated com- 
munity will force the uncouth na- 
tives into the realization of the 
beauties of civilized life, so that they 
will wish to imitate this civilizatoii, 
because their curiosity will be 
aroused and once their curiosity has 
the upper hand they will try to be- 
come like unto these men. Curiosity 
is one of the greatest factors in the 
development of man, because it so 
often creates the desire to imitate. 

But this is an old story, a foolish 
story, you will say. The negro will 
never return to Africa. This thing 
has been dreamed of almost a cen- 



bleof being men and of working out 
their life peaceful'y. And now th°,ir 
eyes are fastened on the land across 
the seas, on Africa the mysterious 
land, on Liberia, whose motto is 
"Love of Freedom Brought Us 
Here. " But they do not want to live 
among the civilized people there and 
take from them the fruits of their la- 
bors. They want to form a commun- 
ity in the dense deep forests, to tame 
the wild people and the wild things, 
and fight the fight against death and 
the devil and the flesh, and on the 
basis of this conflict, a basis on which 
all great cities are built, they will 
build their city, in which the free, 
strong, brave and civilized people! 
those who have gone through the 
cleansing fire, shall live happily. 
Why will the movement be a suc- 



tnrv ao-n TIia r^™;^ -p -i i ,7 J v 1X L11C muvemem ne a sue- 

22 „ *£ J}\FI J eG i f f lle l then eess? B ^ause these men see their 



just as it will always fail. Yes it 
did fail in a certain sense, and then 
again it did not fail. It practically 
founded the government of Liberia 
which has been a successful one, and 
prepared the way for a movement at 



one purpose and will allow nothing 
on earth to keep them from that pur- 
pose—to civilize Africa and make a 
homo tor the negro, and because 
these men belong to the same race as 



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fact that the negro, left to himself 
can rule himself, can build a coun- 
try, and although Liberia is young 
it is growing and progressing. And 
now, when the negro goes back to ^^u LLV Tf 
Africa he will not be in the dark as a meedng of 



ing, because they are not influenced 
by any petty likes and dislikes, be- 
cause they are educated, because they 
are men and leaders irrespective of 
race and color. 



Recently these three 



men called 



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The 



Angeles, California, just to feel the 
pulse of the public regarding the pro- 
ject, and the negroes answered the 
call to the number of 1,000. 
leaders stood up before the multitude 
and fearlessly told the people their 
beliefs and what they intended to do 
— how it was impossible for a negro 



ever to be a man in this country, how 
the educated negro can never pos- 
sibly amount to anything here, be- 
cause he will always be an outcast 
unless he gets down and toadies to 
the white man. Then they painted 
the picture of Liberia, "sweet free- 
dom's land." told of its language, its 
people, told how they were going 
back there to build a city in the 
depths of the great silent forests, 
how each family which goes is to 
take as many of the little native 
African children as possible, and 



educate them, civilize them and bring 
them up as good, God-fearing citi- 
zens. 

They w r ere greeted with acclama- 
tions, hallelujahs of gladness and 
"back to Africa" was the watchword 
of the hour. It is because of the rea- 
sonableness of the project, and the 
sane, healthy character and the 
dauntless power of the leaders that 
the people fell to shouting with joy 
at the words spoken by Rev. J. T. 
Hill. Rev. Dr. J. D. Gordon and Col. 
Allen Aliens worth, the generals of 
the movement — generals such as few 
armies have. All three are born to 
lead and each has his particular place 
in the movement. 

Rev. Hill is a leader pure and 
simple. Such men are born once in a 
centurv. He has the voice, the ac- 

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tions and the purpose of such a one. 
He draws men with him, he forces 
them to follow him whether they will 
or no. His use of the English lan- 
guage is perfect, and he shows the 
fruits of education and study. 

Born in Carolina Count v. Virginia, 




A NEGRO GIRL, TAKEN FROM A NATIVE 
TRIBE IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE AND 
GRADUATED WITH HIGH HONORS 
IN THE UNIVERSITY OF SOUTH- 
ERN CALIFORNIA 



the negroes in Los 



his principal education took place in 
that state, and he graduated at the 
Virginia Union University, taking 
his Bachelor of Arts and Doctor of been, and it is not at all wonderful 



Divinity degrees at that school. He 
afterwards took his Master of Arts 
degree at the University of Southern 
California. Teaching has also formed 
part of his life work, and he was in- 
structor in Natural Sciences at 
Bishop College, Marshall, Texas. 
This is the leading Baptist College 
for negroes w r est of the Mississippi. 
Afterwards he was actively engaged 
in the ministerial profession, and has 
been a pastor in Los Angeles for two 
years. Dr. Hill's personality has 
brought him success wherever he has 



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that the people have been wild to fol- 
low him ever since he has broached 

his project. 

Dr. Gordon is the dreamer of the 
movement. It is to him that the spir- 
itual side appeals especially, the civ- 
ilization and education of the little 
African children. He is just as much 
a leader as Dr. Hill, but he is more 




REV. J. T, HILL, THE FIERY LOS ANGELES 

NEGRO ORATOR, WHO IS ONE OF THE 

"BACK TO AFRICA" LEADERS 






quiet and thoughtful. He was edu- 
cated at the Baptist College in At- 
lanta, Georgia. In the early part of 
his life he was associated with Gen- 
eral John V. Gordon of the Confed- 
erate service, who afterwards became 
governor of Georgia. Since his resi- 
dence in Los Angeles, he has conduct- 
ed a Bible study class, one hour of 
every night. It has been a phenom- 
enal success. He is also an inventor, 
and has had success in this work. 
He is indeed a talented and well-edu- 
cated man. 

Colonel Allen Allensworth is an old 
soldier. He was born in 1842, and at 
the age of 20 entered the army and 
one year later the navy. His early 
education was taken at the Negro 
Normal School in Kentucky; his the- 
ological education at the Baptist In- 
stitute in Nashville, Tenn. He was 
very active in school and church 
work until 1885. 

In Cincinnati, April 1, 1886, he was 
appointed Chaplain of the Twenty- 



fourth Infantry, with the rank of 
captain, by President Cleveland. He 
afterwards was promoted to the po- 
sition of Major by Congress, because 
of his having distinguished himself 
for exceptional efficiency, and on re- 
tirement on account of age he was 
given the grade of Lieutenant- 
Colonel for honorable service during 
the Civil War. He then came to Los 
Angeles, and secured some 3,000 
acres of land, and there formed a 
colony of ideal homes, the colonists 
engaging in scientific farming. He 
has indeed had an eventful life and 
wide experience. A great thinker 
and student, he has made a thorough 
study of the conditions necessary for 
the colonization of Africa. 

These are the leaders of but one 
single movement in one very small 
part of America. In other sections 
the desire for emigration has been 
felt. In Denver a society with the 
same object in view has already 
taken out its incorporation papers, 
and perhaps at some future date will 
join with the one on the Pacific Coast. 
That there will be opposition to this 
movement is unquestionable. No 
great project was ever consummated 
without being opposed, and it is the 
surmounting of these obstacles which 
makes the project great. The crush- 
ing down of those who are narrow- 
sighted and selfish gives any great 
undertaking a distinction and 



no- 



bility. 

There will be negroes who will not 
leave this country to go to Africa, 
those who bow and scrape to the 
white man, but the leaders do not 
want them. They do not want to 
force anyone to join the body of col- 
onists. Let the people come of their 
own free will. But the first men who 
go over to Africa must be strong 
men, brave men and moral men. 
They must have the money to go 
there, because if a negro has not 
earned enough to pay his passage to 
Africa after fifty years of freedom, 
he will never amount to anything. 
The responsibility of what these 



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leaders are undertaking is too great 
for them to depend for its success 
on any weaklings or idlers, drunk- 
ards, loafers or renegades. 

The intellectual, schooled negroes 
should join the ranks and there are 
many of them. One college in At- 
lanta puts out a hundred or more 
graduates every year, and there are 
plenty of other schools doing the 
same. Each of these negroes should 
feel it his duty to join these others, 
to become leaders in the movement 
if necessary, for it is better to be a 
first-class citizen of Liberia than a 
second-class citizen of the United 
States. That is all a negro will ever 
be in America. 

So it is for those of the negro race 
who have studied their science and 
philosophy and mechanics, those who 
have taken their degrees in the col- 
leges — it is their duty to aid with 
their heart and soul, with their mini 
and blood if necessary, in taking the 
negro back to Africa, back to Hie 
fatherland, back to his home. 

This is the dream of these three 
men, this is their life aim and they 
will accomplish it or die in the at- 
tempt. There is another duty which 
will rest upon these men, and that is 
to develop the resources of Liberia. 
Here is a great fight indeed, for th^y 
will have to fight against nature tri- 
umphant, nature gone mad with vic- 
tory; fight against the terrible vege- 
table growth of the tropical coun- 
tries, fight against the fever and all 
the other tropical ills, but they will 
be able to do it because they have the 
means to do it and the will. 

When the movement is set on foot 
the men intend to ask for a tract of 
land in the great wild place, where 
God is, only God and the birds and 
the trees; in the wilderness beside 
the moving waters of one of the 
dreamy rivers. There they will build 
their city and a wonderful city it is 
to be. Industrial schools will be es- 
tablished; all branches of learning 
will be taught. The wild people shall 



houses, and to found a peaceable com- 
munity. The men who lead have 
gone through the purging fires of 
sorrow, have learned to know the 
right, know w r hat civilization means, 
what it is to live. They want to live 
in freedom and enjoy the best fruits 
of life ; they want to get away from 
distinctions in race and color. 




DR. BOOKER T. WASHI NGTON.TH E GREAT 

NEGRO LEADER WHO IS OPPOSED TO 

THE'BACKTO AFRICA" MOVEMENT 

Each man who goes back to Africa 



must have in his mind the firm pur- 
pose which is in the mind of the lead- 
ers, and feel the duty which rests 
upon him. When he reaches Africa, 
the "dark continent," the mysterious 
land, he must fight and struggle to 
attain that object as his leaders in- 
tend to fight and struggle. Then 
some day out of the depths of the 
forest, a great white city shall be 
raised, with shining towers and min- 
arets. This city shall be terrible be- 
cause it is incongrous to the terrible 
forest around it; so terrible will it 
be that it will strike awe into 
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beholds it, until he shall 




who have 



he 

"surely these are gods 
come to destroy the forest primeval 
and all its inhabitants ' ' and in fear 

o to the city 

fall at the feet of the "gods." 

him the 



and trembling he will 

and 

But they will not hurl at 

Jovian thunderbolt of their wrath to 



fires of suffering, and have come 
back bettered for it to educate their 

brothers. 

Some day when the city is built, 

the great test passed and the few 
strong ones have conquered 
the restless waters will 



to 



come 
remainder of 



across 
the 
the 



destroy him 
deities. 



like the old heathen 



They will lift him up and 
carry him into their house, clothe 
him in soft raiment, and make him 
like unto one of themselves. For be- 
tween the uncivilized and the civ- city. 
ilized, those who have lived apart so 
long, there is the eternal bond of 
blood and race brotherhood. In the 
hearts of both are the same dreams, 
thoughts and aspirations; only some 
have srone through the 



message to the 
negro race in the United States. The 
real negro will hear this call, 
and he will joyfully return, yet re- 
jretful that he was not among the 1 
first who went to erect the magic 

Then will the people gather 
together, and like a great wave will 
the movement swell until in its roar 
one will hear a voice which echoes 
to the ends of the 




nnsr 



crying 

indeed, 

will the problem of race be solved! 



back to Africa!" 



earth, 
Then, 



BACK YONDER 

By JOHN S. McGROARTY 

Away back Yonder the wintry winds are chill. 
In a winding sheet of snow lies the vallev and the hill, 
The patient cattle huddle in the shelter from the storm. 
And the folks are all housed in 'round the fire, keeping warm 
It's a hard time they're having, and it sets a man to ponder 
How q-lad he ouqht to be that he's not back Yonder. 

I get to thinking of them, often, when alone, 

Here with the birds and the bees' happy drone, 

The flowers and the sun and the land with poppies gay ; 

Somehow through it all my thoughts backward stray. 

And I catch myself a-dreaming of the old place, and wonder 

If the skating's like it was when I lived back Yonder. 

I wonder if they gather in the cold, crispy night. 

With the moon's flooding glory on the fields still and white. 

The lusty-throated boys and the laughing, rosy girls, 

Their bright eyes dancing through their tantalizing curls. 

When coasting's at its best and the ice is gleaming under 

The bobsleds a-whizzing on the hills back Yonder. 

I think I see the old folks gathered in the glow 
Of the hearthstone's warmth that once I used to know, 
The brown jug of cider of Nature's wholesome brew, 
\nd the spoils of the orchard where the luscious apples grew 
I think, and I think, till I've half a mind to squander 
The last cent I've got on a trip back Yonder. 

But, of course, it's only dreaming; I wouldn't really go 
Rack to the howling winds, the blizzards and the snow. 
Away from the flowers, and the sun and the bees, 
The balm in the air, and the sunnv davs like these ; 
Rut I can't help knowing as far away I wander, 
That there's other kind of joy, and it's way back Yonder. 



Putting a City on the Map 

How D. C. Collier made San Francisco play the roll of Exposition 

Press Agent for San Diego 

By EDWIN H. CLOUGH 



UAN RODRIGUEZ CA- 
BRILLO discovered San 
Diego, but David C. Col- 
lier put it on the map. 
When the Portugese nav- 
igator found San Diego in 1542 it 
was merely a fortuitous combination 
of "bav and climate": 




"bay and eh mate 77 ; when, 342 
years later, Collier arrived on the 
ground, it was nothing more than "a 
local habitation and a name/ 7 The 
bay was there, with its vast poten- 
tiality of harbor facilities for a 
world's commerce; the climate was 
still ' 



1 ' glorious ' ' — 
famed California 



the best of the far- 
varietv— and the 



civilization planted in 1769 by Juni- 
pero Serra was growing side by side 
with the good padre's palms and 
olives. Otherwise San Diego served 
no useful or definite purpose in the 
economies and activities of mankind. 
The bay that Cabrillo had described 
as "a joyous haven, 7 ' was still in 
that condition as a port of passin 
yachts ; the climate was simply a 
casual lure for the overflow tourist 
of Los Angeles ; and the civilization 
established by Father Serra was mo- 
nopolized and enjoyed by not more 
than ten thousand permanent citi- 
zens. 

In 1884, when D. C. Collier came 
to San Diego, that section of Califor- 
nia was the ultima thule of the west- 
ern coast; a political antitheses of 
Siskiyou the northernmost county of 
the state; a name to jingle and chime 
with all the other names of saints 
that have been called to designate 
the towns of Southern California in 
musical vowels of old Spain; a theme 
for bards and minor poets writing 
ballads and lyrics of the 
period and the mission days. 

■however. 



pastoral 
As 



a 

San 



eeoerraphical entity. 

Diego was not even in the Utopia 

iass — it had no real existence find 



its legendary value had not yet de- 
veloped. Historically San Diego was 
only a footnote to the conquest of 
Mexico and a prologue to the vivid 











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COL. D. C. COLLIER 



melodrama of the Far West. 

As a boy Collier saw clearly the 
possibilities of San Diego, but he was 
too busy trying to "find himself" to 



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pay much attention to the destiny of 
cities in the making however prom- 
ising their future of imperial splen- 
dor. Born in a log cabin in a Colo- 
rado mining camp he lived in that 
strenuous environment until he was 
thirteen years old, imbibing such 
book learning as the schools of the 
region afforded and absorbing un- 
consciously the hustling, aggressive, 
buoyant spirit of the West. For six- 
teen years after his coming to San 
Diego he tried himself out in every 
conceivable circumstance. He at- 
tended the local high school long 
enough to prove Pope's axiom that 
a little learning is a dangerous thing 
and to satisfy himself that such 
learning as was afforded by the San 
Diego high school was wholly inade- 
quate to supplement his own course 
of reading from Plato to Mayne Reid 
and including all literature from the 
Book of Job to the Last of the Mohi- 
cans. Fresh from a perusal of Ali 
Baba and the Forty Thieves, and 
still throbbing with ambitions incit- 
ed bv the Arabian chronicler's de- 

* 

scription of the treasure concealed in 
Aladdin's cave, Collier undertook a 
financial career intending to grow 
up with the First National Bank of 
San Diego, beginning at the foot of 
the long ladder in the humble capac- 
ity of errand boy and janitor. 

His genius for finance was suffi- 
cient to lift him to the position of 
bookkeeper and collection clerk, but 
as soon as he was assured that his 



ing knowledge of railroad science as 
an employe of the Union Pacific at 
Denver, and mastered the intricacies 
of street railroad traffic as it obtains 
in Wort Worth, Texas. 

By this time Collier was ready to 
be admitted to the bar. The law 
necessary to pass the examination 
was an open book to him and his 
father stood waiting to receive him 
as a junior partner in the law firm 
of Collier & Watson. Then Watson 
died and it was Collier & Collier. 




COLLIER AND HIS BURRO 

After that it was Collier, Pillsbury 
& Collier, but Pillsbury soon after 
retired and it became Collier & Col- 
lier again. A lawyer named Smith 
drifted into the firm and staved there 

t' 

career as a banker would lead on to until another lawyer named Holcomb 



fortune he quit the game and re- 
solved to be a lawyer. His father 
was a lawyer and it was in the office As the elder Collier has long since 



had been attached, thus constituting 
the firm of Collier, Smith & Holcomb. 






of the elder Collier that he began his 
training for the bar. In the Black- 
stone and Coke period of his legal 
infancy he helped to survey the Cuy- 
amaca railroad, dabbled with the 
rudiments of commerce as ticket 
clerk of the Mexican International 
Steamship company, made another 
brief excursion into finance as book- 
keeper of the California National 
Bank of San Diego, acquired a work- 



gone to that bourn from which even 
lawyers may not return, it is suspect- 
ed that Smith and Holcomb are the 
only live members of the firm at the 
present time, for the younger Collier 
has latterly devoted himself almost 
exclusively to the herculean task of 
putting San Diego on the map. 

These details of the life of "Char- 
lie" Collier are necessary to show 
what kind of a man he is at the age 



of thirty-nine and the sort of ap- " great circle" between Panama and 



prenticeship he has served to fit him 
for the great work he is now accom- 

It is certainly no light un- 
to put San Diesro on the 



plishing. 

dertaking to put San Diego on 

of the North American conti 



map 

nent. 

with 

some 



History is largely concerned 
similar effort on the part of 
of the greatest men that have 
lived — Romulus put Rome on 



the Orient than any other city in the 
United States; it was the only nat- 
ural harbor except San Francisco on 
the Pacific Coast between Alaska and 
Valparaiso ; it was the natural and 
direct transcontinental terminal for 
all railroads to the Pacific; and it 
was the " gateway of the Southwest. ' ' 
Upon these conclusive and con- 

the citizens of 

o proceeded to raise two 

million dollars with which to finance 



vincmg 
San Die 



arguments 



ever 

the map ; Alexandria was named af 
ter Alexander of Macedon; Caesar 
made London a port of entry; Louis 
XI. established Paris as "the capital? 
of the world;" Peter the Great built' 
St. Petersburg in a swamp because 
that was the safest place for a Rus- 
sian city at that time; Washington 
Irving probably has as much to do 
with putting little old New York on 
the map as did any of its numerous 
and forgotten historians ; Chicago 
was mapped by the Columbian Ex- 
position, but the name of the man 
that suggested the exposition has 
been "alms for oblivion" ever since; 
San Francisco thought she was on 
the map, but as a matter of fact it 
was not until a great disaster had 
wiped her off the face of the earth 
and the graft prosecution replaced 
her that she was really there;' Los 
Angeles with her world-wide notori- 
ety as a tourist center has achieved 
the dignity of a city actually on the 
map, owing to the fact that she has 
recently acquired a harbor. 

Happily for the Collier purpose, 

somebody suggested the method of 

putting San Diego on the map. This 

suggestion was to the effect that no- their project. They subscribed a 

million out of their own pockets and 
they bonded themselves as a munici- 
pality for the other million. Still 
they were not on the map, and could 
not hope to be there until they had 
accomplished their purpose of mak- 
ing themselves "an exposition city." 
Then San Francisco came to their 
rescue and gave Charlie Collier the 
opportunity for which he had been 
waiting. .San Francisco undertook 
to appropriate the exposition idea 
from San Diego. Then Collier got 




THE COLONEL ON GUARD 



body had thought of celebrating the 
completion of the Panama Canal 
with an international exposition and 
that San Diego might profit by such 
an enterprise. Instantly it was ap- 
parent that "logically," geographic- 
ally and commercially San Diego was 
the Dlace for 



San 



such 



an exposition. 
Diego was the nearest Pacific 
port in the United States to the 
canal; it was the first port of entry 
north of the canal in the United 
States territory, it was nearer the 






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busy. He organized the San Diego 
forces and deployed them in ambush. 
San Francisco walked into the trap. 
Instead of going about their business 
as if San Diego and her exposition 
enterprise had no existence the wise 
men of San Francisco immediately 
sat up and took notice of the south- 
ern city's intention. They feared 
that the state Legislature and Con- 
gress would not vote an appropria- 
tion for the San Francisco fair if 
two California cities were at their 
doors on the same errand. They 
tried to coax and cajole San Diego 
into relinquishing its purpose; then 
they offered to compromise; finally 
they assembled a convention at San- 
ta Barbara of all the "commercial 
bodies" of San Francisco and north- 
ern California and "resolved" that 
California was unanimous for a Pan- 
ama Canal exposition at San Fran- 
cisco. 

San Diego "stood pat" through- 
out, and Collier met the enemy at 
every point with a swift and effective 



port nearest to the 
if San Francisco in- 



counterstroke. If San Francisco 
urged her "comemrcial prestige" 
Collier retorted with San Diego, as 
"the -first port of entry north of the 
canal" and the " 
great circle;" 
sisted that the fair belonged to her 
because she was the bigger city, Col- 
lier came back with the statistical 
information that San Diego had in- 
creased her population 40.000 in five 
years and that it would be 200.000 
by 1915; if San Francisco argued 
that she was "the logical place." be- 
ing the terminus of "three transcon- 
tinental railroads," Collier replied 
with the statement that the San 
Diego & Arizona railway to be com- 
pleted in two years w r ould make San 
Diego the only direct terminus with 
the cities of the eastern states. 
Finally, when San Francisco called 
a convention of "commercial bodies" 



at Santa 



Barbara 
Francisco as the " 



to 



San 



choose 
exposition city," 
Collier withheld all representation 
by the "commercial bodies" of 





COL. COLLIER RUNNING TROLLEY CARS 



Southern California, declared the ertin 
convention a "frame-up" and tele- 



every energy to remove the 
smaller town from its moorings un- 



graphed to the governor of the state der the lee of Point Loma. 



to pay no attention to a request for 
a special session of the Legislature 
to pass on the appropriation, because 
San Francisco had not "come 
through" with the $5,000,000 origi- 
nallv pledged bv that citv as the 



pledged 
basis of 



logical" 



COL. COLLIER SPELL- Bl NDING THE POPULACE 



No city in the world has achieved 
as much publicity as has San Diego 
during the period that D. C. Collier 
has occupied the position as director- 
en eral of her exposition campaign. 
Now he is fighting just as hard for 
San Francisco against the i 
claim of New Orleans and as confi- 
dent of ultimate success as he was in 
the first instance. 

Collier is a typical Western man. 
He is big and broad and virile. He 
is a dreamer, a man of large imagina- 
tion, and a poet, like all of his kind; 
but he is practical enough to make 
his dreams come true ; his imagina- 
tion is in the leash of his judgment; 
and his poems are epic realizations 
of carefully thought out plans and 
schemes. He is spectacular at times 
as are all the great men of the West, 
but like those of the Western breed 
be is dramatic or, perhaps, theatri- 
cs 1 for a numose. He owns mines 
of krmzite and 4 ourmaline, and he 
has been known to scatter these 
casions bv the big citv that was ex- semi-precious stones with the lavish 



by that city as 
a $50,000,000 exposition. 
Then he sent a telegram to each mem- 
ber of Congress informing him of 
San Francisco's effort to deprive San 
Diego of her prior and vested rights. 
From start to finish ('oilier out- 
generaled the politicians and promot- 
ers of the Pacific coast metropolis 
and compelled them to play into his 
hands at every phase of the game. 
Finally he arranged the so-called 
"Washington compromise," whereby 
San Francisco agreed that San Diego 
should have an international exposi- 
tion representative of the resources 
of the Southwest, Mexico, Central 
America and South America. It was 
a great victory for Collier. And all 
the time he was putting San Diego 
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hand of a Monte Crista; but when occurred to him, however, that it 



he had emptied a hat full of the gems 
the world knew that the kunzite and 
the tourmaline were exclusively San 
Diego products and only to be gath- 
ered from the dark unfathomed 
depths of the Collier mines. 

He built a railroad twelve miles 
long once upon a time from San 
Diego to the door of his bungalow 
overlooking the Pacific ocean at 

John D. 



Ocean 



because 



Beach, 

Spreckels, the millionaire promoter 
of San Diego, was a little slow in tak- 
ing advantage of his franchise. And 
the remarkable feature of this trans- 
action was the circumstance that it 
didn't cost Collier a cent. He pro- 
cured his metal for rails and his tim- 
ber for ties on credit endorsed by 
every banker of San Diego, and he 
paid his labor from week to week 
out of the credit of his promissory 
notes. And when the work was fin- 
ished he sold the road to Spreckels, 
with more than a month to spare on 
his own promise of redemption of his 
obligations. It was not necessary 
that Collier should have built that 
railroad in this manner, for he had 
the money to put it through. It had 



was just as easy to build railroads 
on credit as with ready cash and he 
saw no reason why he, an amateur 
in railroad manipulation, should be 
compelled to finance his enterprise 
differently from the methods pur- 
sued by the Harrimans and Goulds 
of the professional railroad building 

world. 

It is freely predicted that Collier 
will some day in the not distant fu- 
ture make his debut in Congress 
either as a representative of San 
Diego or as the choice of Southern 
California for Senator. In the mean- 
time, however, he is busy night and 
day putting San Diego on the map to 
stay there. He is the man that has 
made this town down in the farthest 
corner of the American republic fa- 
mous, and he promises to keep the 
little city in the limelight until all 
the world shall know her as familiar- 
ly as it knows all the good things 
that minister to the flesh and are not 
distasteful even to the other fellow. 
D. C. Collier presents San Diego 
the exposition city of California and 
the only perfect climate on earth. 



Careless seems the great Avenger ; 

History's lessons but record 
One death-grapple in the darkness 

'Twixt old systems and the AVord; 
Truth forever on the scaffold. 



Wrong forever on the throne 



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Yet that scaffold sways the future, 
And behind the dim unknown 

Standeth God within the shadow, 
Keeping watch above His own. 

James Russell Lowell. 




By EDWIN SCHALLERT 




|S I WRITE, the theatrical 
world is awakening to 
the fulness of its glory in 
America. In most parts 
of the nation the activi- 

and all the 
actresses, concert and 
opera singers, are beginning to 
stretch themselves preparatory to 
beginning another season of labor. 
In Europe, within whose boundaries 
there are always hundreds of the- 



ties have already begun 
actors and 



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aters open, there is not the feeling of 
expectancy attached to the opening 
of the new theatrical year that there 
is in this country. Europe generally 
has so many visitors, so many native 
playgoers and musicians within her 
boundaries that the doors have to be 
kept open continually for the amuse- 
ment seekers. In the summer time 



they even have to 



go 



so far as to 



have a great number of festivals to 
supply the wants of the music lovers. 
And winter and summer, day in and 
day out, the entrance to the world of 
art is never closed. But in New York 
and throughout this hemisphere, 
where w T e are in our youth as far as 

Mi 

art is concerned, a long period of 
sleep and rest is necessary to give the 
public a chance to recuperate from 
the strain of the long theatrical sea- 
It is true that this sleep is often 
with troubled dreams, occa- 
sioned by the various summer attrac- 

it is very restful, 
and 



son. 
filled 



tions, but anyhow 
The manasrers. actors 



aspiring 

playwrights awake with new hopes 
and new dreams of success, while the 
public is in condition to enjoy any 
new surprises which these arbiters of 
the artistic destiny may decide to 
shower upon them. How many of 
these hopes vanish in thin air it re- 
mains for the chronicler at the end 
of the year to note! 



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will have more grand opera in Amer- 
ica this year than any year before. 
The Metropolitan Opera House in 
New York will furnish a number of 
new attractions, as will the opera 
company, which opens in Chicago, af- 
terwards going to Philadelphia. 
These two organizations are closely 
connected and will have the usual 
number of good artists. Mr. Dippel, 
who returned from Europe some time 
ago expects to produce Strauss 's 
new opera, "Die Rosencavalier" in 
the spring of next year. 

This is said to be a most surpris- 
ingly light work for the Doctor, and 
resembles in its simplicity Mozart's 

Marriage of Figaro.'' Perhaps 
Strauss thought that the interest in 
himself would wane if he gave the 
public a third startler of the "Sa- 
lome" and "Electra" type. Dippel 
has also secured "The Secret of Su- 
sanna," by Wolf-Ferrari, an Italian 
composer of genius. Besides "Henry 
VIII" by Saint-Saens, the famous 
octogenarian of France; "Quo Va- 
dis." by Jean Nougoue. and "Na- 
tona, " a real American opera by a 
real American composer, Victor Her- 
bert ; Humperdinck 's ' ' Koenigskin- 
der," Puccini's kk The Girl of the 
Golden "West," and Dukas' " Ardiane 
and Barbe-bleue" will be performed 
as novelties. The Metropolitan 
Opera House will probably open with 
Gluck's "Armide." which is rather 
new to this country. 

Boston will have its own company, 
which, I believe, carries on a system 
of artist exchange with New York. 
Then we will also have the Bessie 
Abbot Opera Company playing Mas- 
cagni's ^Ysobel," which the com- 
poser will direct. They will also 
tour. New Orleans, as usual, will 
have her own French opera. Mexico 



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organization, which has already been 
making a great success in that city. 
In San Francisco the Bevani Opera 
Company has been playing for some 
little time, and when they have fin- 
ished their season there will tour the 
Pacific coast. Here and there in 
America one will find a stray com- 
pany, giving good performances of 
well-known operas. Then one must 
not forget the Manhattan Opera Com- 
pany in New r York, which opened 
under Hammerstein's direction some 
few weeks 



far surpass that of the former years. 
How often those hopes fade as the 
of 



fog oi a 
radiance. 



poor i^ay obscures their 
ye of the lesser ranks ! 
Te chorus girls and supers, and e'en 
ye whose dainty feet have not yet 
touched the magic ground of the 



wonderland 



magic 
behind 



the 



ago, producing a 
"Hans the Flute 



light 
Player/' 



opera, 

which was a great success. 
There are a number of 
America which support good sym- 
phony orchestras and choral clubs. 
Many soloists will tour from coast 
to coast, notably Jeane Gerville- 
Reache, contralto, Alessandro Bonci, 
tenor, Berenice de Pasquale, soprano, 
Liza Lehmann, composer and inter- 
preter, Antonio Scotti, Johanna 
Gadski and Jaroslav Kocian, the vio- 
linist. 

It speaks well for the United States 
that her people are beginning to take 
a greater interest in music every year. 
It shows that culture in this country 
is fast approaching that which exists 
in the lands across the Atlantic. 
Some day in the near future every 
city of importance in this country 
should be able to support its own 
opera company and its own sym- 
phony orchestra. The fact that sev- 
eral of the largest cities have done 
this shows that we are fast approach- 
ing the era when all large cities will 
do it. There are plenty of home- 
made artists who should make good 
in these organizations, and we would 
not have to import all our talent 
from foreign lands. 

Now let us see what the managers 
and dramatists have prepared for us 
in the way of plays. First let us 
gaze at those brilliantly shining, iso- 
lated bodies called stars. Each sea- 
son when the new theatrical night 
begins, they rise in their splendor full 
of hopes that their effulgence will 



footlights, 
but have dreams — aim high ! Gaze 
into the far celestial regions. Heed 
not the dim constellations whose com- 
bined light oftentimes makes such a 
brilliant display. Look beyond. 
Some day you may be a star of the 
first magnitude. (Poor stars ! 



Behold the noble "Chantecler, " 
cities in or rather Maude Adams — because for 

the time being they are the same — 
will make the sun to shine upon the 
world of histrionic art. Monsier Ros- 
tand 's long awaited play will, may- 
hap, as my gentle reader peruses 
these pages, be pleasing or displeas- 
ing the blase New Yorkers. This is 
the notable event of the season. All 
other things pale, wither and vanish 
into nothingness at the mention of 
the magic name of this play. Voila 
" Chantecler ! ' ' 

The mention of Rostand brings to 
mind "L'Aiglon," and "L'Aiglon" 
brings to mind Sarah, the Divine; 
who is to be in our midst once — once 
more. Voila mes larmes! Sothern 
and Marlowe, who, last year, were 
members of the New Theater Com- 
pany, expect to return to the stage 
in their old standby, Shakespeare 

will produce 

'• Hamlet," "Macbeth," "Merchant 
of Venice," -"As You Like 
"Much Ado About Nothing, " 
Twelfth Night" and "The Taming 
of the Shrew." Their combined 
work in the dramas of the Bard of 
Avon is not to be despised. Another 
thing which can be said to their 



repertoire. 



They 



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credit is that they generally have a 
very good supporting company. This 
important factor is often sadly lack- 
ing in the case of some of those who 

produce the works of the great dram- 
atist. 

Mrs. Leslie Carter will have a new 



play by Rupert Hughes. Mrs. Fiske 
will also have a new play by Lang- 
don Mitchell. Arnold Daly, the 
staunch supporter of George Bernard 
Shaw — an almost unknown English 

will, if nothing else turns 

You Never 



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dramatist— 

up, produce "Candida,' 
Can Tell" and "Arms and the Man," 
by the Irish Bard of London town. 
Perhaps Mr. Daly will devote his tal- 
ents to "Hamlet," but then 



never can tell. 



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Billie Burke is now touring with 



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Mrs. Dot 



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later on in the season 



she expects to have a new play by 
Caillavet and De Flers, who were re- 

for her former 



sponsible 

"Love Watches." 



More 



success, 
Shake- 



speare will be unearthed from the 
dusty shelves by Frederick Warde, 
who will present "Timon of Athens." 
Forbes-Robertson, who quite won the 
New Yorkers by his excellent inter- 
pretation of "The Third Floor Back" 
in "The Passing of the Third Floor 
Back." bv Jerome K. Jerome, will 

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continue in the same play this year. 
He will make an extended tour, 
which w T ill include the greater part 
of the United States. 

There is no necessity for saying 
anything about Robert Mantell, be- 
cause' he will usually play the dramas 
which are said to have come from the 
pen of a certain gentleman, who once 
resided at Stratford-on -the- Avon. 
People in all parts of the nation are 
familiar bv this time with the work 



of this man, who ranks as one of the 
foremost interpreters of the master's 
works. 

John Drew is already playing 
"Smith." by Somerset Maugham. 
Mary Boland is associated with him 
as leading lady in the production. 
Ethel Barrymore will play "Mid- 
Channel." by Pinero, her last year's 
success, for a while at least. Later 
on she will probably have a new 
play. Olga Nethersole. who has been 
sojourning in Europe, may come back 
across the waters this vear. If she 
does she will appear in repertoire. 

George Broadhurst will very likely 



supply the vehicle for displaying the 
talents of "Nat" Goodwin, who 



pects to return to the stage this sea- 
son. Elsie Ferguson, who made a 
great success of "Such a Little 
Queen," that very charming comic 
fantasy by Channing Pollock, has a 
play entitled "A Matter of Money." 
Frank Mills will be her leading man. 
Several seasons ago he played with 
Olga Nethersole and demonstrated 
the fact that he is a very good act- 
or. Frances Starr still continues in 



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The Easiest 



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Eugene 



Wal- 



comedy, 



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Heav- 



Way, 
ter's best and worst play. 

This is the fourth season for Mr. 
William H. Crane in George Ade's 

Father and Boys." 
en only knows when he w T ill stop. 
Speak of David Warfield and you 
think of "The Music Master," which 
he will very likely play for the rest 
of his mortal life and maybe after 
he joins that select community who 
dwell in "The Houseboat on the 
Styx." Another long-lived play is 
"The Rejuvenation of Aunt Mary," 
which May Robson is starring in for 
the fourth season. 



Blanche Walsh will be 



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Barbarossa,' 



seen in 
by J. Hartley Man- 
ners. Mabel Taliaferro has a play 
called "The Little Mother," by that 
excellent dramatist. Porter Emerson 
Browne. The 



playwright's 

which 



same 
drama, "The Spendthrift," 
quite surprised the New York public 
last year, is due for another year's 
success. Edmund Breese and Thais 
Magrane are leading the company in 
New York. Thais Magrane played 
the role successfully in the West be- 
fore reaching New York. A second 



has been 



touring in 



the 



company 

play, headed by Lionel Adams and 
Doris Mitchell. 

There are a number of successful 
plays of last year which will be con- 
tinued this season. Francis Wilson 
will play "The Bachelor's Baby," 
written by himself, and which has 



pleased the 

likely 



theatergoers, 
tour with this 



He will 



very liKeiy lour wun tnis piece. 
"Madame X," a thrilling high-class 



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melodrama by a French dramatist, 
will be continued for another season, 

Donnelly in the 



starring Dorothy 

A second company will 

Wilton Lack- 



name part, 
tour in the 



play, 
been touring 



in 



< The 
Tnis 



in 

aye has 

Battle/' by Cleveland Moffett 
is the fourth season for "The Man 
from Home/' in which William 
Hodge is starring. "The Fortune 
Hunter," one of the most successful 
plays of last year, will be continued 
with John Barry more as "star " 
Another company with Thomas W. 
Ross will play the same drama in 
Chicago, and then tour the West. 
Another old success is "A Fool There 
Was," by Porter Emerson Browne, 
author of "The Spendthrift." Rob- 
ert Hilliard is starring in this play. 
"Cameo Kirby" is destined for an- 
other year of life, with Dustin Far- 
num in the lead. People in other 
parts of the United States than the 
East will be able to see "Alias Jim- 
my Valentine," one of the most suc- 
cessful plays of last year. It is 
founded on a story by the late 0. 
Henry called "A Retrieved Refor- 
mation." John Mason will probably 
continue to play "The Witching 
Hour." Max Figman is due for an- 
other season in "Mary Jane's Pa," 
and Sis Hopkins — I mean Rose Mel- 
ville — will continue in the play just 
mentioned for the twelfth season. 



present one is i i Sire. " It was a great 
success in Paris and let us hope that 
it will have all the virtues of "The 
Duel" with none of the faults. The 
fate of Percy Mackaye's new and 
sometimes brilliant comedy "Anti- 
Matrimony, " has by this time been 
decided. Miss Henrietta Crosman 
began her New York season with it 
some weeks ago. Guy Bates Post is 
touring with EdAvard Sheldon's play, 
"The Nigger," which made such a 
marked impression at the New Thea- 
ter last year. Mr. Sheldon is a young 
dramatist of great ability. 
Maxine Elliot will have 



called 



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a play 
The Inferior Sex." Grace 
George will be seen in "The Best 
People," by Frederick Lonsdale, 
Blanche Bates in a new play; Ger- 
trude Elliott in "The Dawn of To- 
morrow;" George Fawcett in "The 
Fighter," by Hillyards Booth; Char- 
lotte Walker in "Just a Wife," by 
Eugene Walter. The last named was 
a success during the preceding sea- 
son. Walker Whiteside is touring in 
"The Melting Pot," by Izrael Zang- 
will. 

The great defender of sex drama, 
Laurence Irving, will visit this coun- 
try again with Mabel Hackney. He 
will play a drama called "The Un- 
written Law'' by himself, and prob- 
ably some of the jolly old Brieux 



(0 what, the use,)' Henry MX *£ £^»S'T££**!» 



will probably produce, for a time at 
least, "Her Husband's Wife," by 
Augustus Thomas. 

There are two plays which did not 
prove successes last year but which 
will be continued: "The White Sis- 
ter" and "On the Eve." In the for- 
mer Viola Allen will tour and in the 
latter 



Hedwig 
Reich er will 



Reicher. 



Hedwig 
probably have a 
play later caller 



new 
The Vagabonds," 



by Ramsey Morris. 

Alia Nazimova has been touring in 
plays by her beloved Ibsen and some 
new ones. Otis Skinner has a new 
play by the author of "The Duel," 
Henri Lavedan. The name of the 



regale themselves with pleasure on 
the enlivening works of this gentle 
dramatist, and they may probably 
find out about the terrible evil of 
bringing wet nurses in from the 
country to Paris, and the unhappi- 
ness resulting from free love when 
there is nothing but the infatuation 
of the two participants to hold them- 
selves together, etc., etc. 

Lillian Russell will have a new 
play called "In Search of a Sinner." 
Broadway never raves over Lillian, 
but the rest of the world greets her 
with a great deal of pleasure. Annie 
Russell expects to have a new play, 
as does William Faversham, after he 
<rets through touring the West with 



"The World and His Wife," an old 
success. Kyrle Bellew will be seen 
in "The Scandal," by Henri Bataille, 
which made a success in Paris ; May 
Irwin in "Mrs. Jim," by Booth Tar- 
kington and Harry Leon 
William Collier in "West." 



Wilson 



William Gillette, who has been 
absent from the stage for a year, 
will bring to life some of his old 

Two nlavs, the fate of 



plays, 
which 



plays, 
ben decided 



has ben decided by this 
time, are ' ' Miss Electricity, ' ' by Wil- 
liam Gillette, in w T hich Marie Doro 



is starrin 




and 



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Decorating Clem- 



entine," adapted from the French, in 
which G. P. Huntley and Hattie Wil- 

the leads. Robert 



liams are playin 
Edeson will 




of 



again play the part 
an Indian in "Where the Trail Di- 
vides," which is dramatized from 
Will Lillibridge's novel. Margaret 
Anglin is tired of playing "The 
Awakening of Helena Ritchie," and 
wants a comedy. 

Percy Maekaye will be represent- 
ed again by one of his early plays, 
"The Scarecrow," in which Edgar 
Selwyn will star. Marie Tempest 
will have a play called "A Thief in 
the Night." This is the fourth sea- 
son for "The Traveling Salesman." 
Rose Stahl will still be seen in "The 
Chorus Lady" if she can secure noth- 
ing better; and Bertha Kalich in a 
couple of foreign plays ; James K. 
Hackett in repertoire, and Virginia 
Harned in a new play if possible, but 
in old ones like "Camille" if not. 

'by 



Emmy Dunn will play "Mother" 
Jules Eckert Goodman. 

Fred Terry and Julia Neilson will 
come over to this country fresh from 
London triumphs, and will present 
"The Scarlet Pimpernel" and "Hen- 
ry of Navarre." The New Theater 
opened with "Blue Bird" early in 
October. The incidental music to the 




a play by 
himself; Amelia Bingham, who was 
in London last season, will return 
to this country and will probably re- 
vive some of her old successes like 
"The Climbers," "Fedora" and East, 
"Tosca." 



play was taken from that of Debussy. 
The company which produces this 
play is not the regular New Theater 
Company and the latter will begin 
its season late in October. 

A large number of other old suc- 

will be continued this 



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year. 
Some of these seem to be immortal 
judging from the length of time they 
hold the public's interest. Amon 
them are "Ben Hur," "Way Down 

St. Elmo," "Checkers 
"Graustark," "The Girl of the Gol- 
den West, " " The Man of the Hour, ' ' 
"The Servant in the House," "The 
Clansman,'' "The Dollar Mark, 
"The Great Divide," "The Girl from 
Rector's" (0 shame!), "The Third 
Degree," "Seven Days," "The Vir- 
ginian." "The Lily." "The City 
"The Gentleman from Mississippi 

In the Bishop's Carriage," and 
quite a few others. 

Besides there will be a large num- 
ber of theatrical mixed drinks. All 
kinds of cocktails, highballs and oth- 

will be 

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ferring 



er "gemischter schnaps 
served in great quantities. 

to musical comedies 
comic operas. Taken in small doses 
these concoctions always produce a 
certain amount of exhilaration. Fre- 
quently indulged in they are likely to 
give one a headache, a bad night or 
perhaps " katzen jammer. " I have 
no doubt that if one became a chronic 
imbiber of these delightful artistic 
beverages the result would be delir- 
ium tremens. Plenty of them will be 
at your elbow, admirably mixed and 
suited to the taste of the greatest 
connoisseur. 

Richard Carle will be on hand with 
"Jumping Jupiter;" Marie Cahill 
with a new musical comedy; George 
Cohan with something new; Mont- 
gomery and Stone with "The Old 
Town;" Raymond Hitchoeck with 

Ian Who Owns Broadway;" 
Frank Daniels with "The Belle of 
Brittany;" Lew Fields with "The 
Summer Widowers;" Fritzi Scheif 
probably with something new after 
she finishes playing "The Mikado:" 



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fancies I ventured quite near the 

Each footstep left its 

the sand, and 



water's 
delicate 



edge. 



at once 
childish 



tracery in 

there flitted to ray mind a 
memory of Eobinson Cru- 
soe; how on his desert isle his heart 
was made to thrill at sight of strange 
foot-marks on the shore. But to me 
such foot-prints held a deeper sig- 
nificance, for as I watched them, be- 
hold, in an instant, they faded away. 
Like unto man they have their birth, 
for a mere instant they exist, and 
then anon vanish and death leaves no 
token of their past. Men labor for 
fame, vainly toiling to carve a few 
indistinct markings in the sand of 

their efforts 




time, when, alas, 

the monuments are as momentary as 

foot-prints on the ocean strand. 

I gazed upon the sea, musing on 
its vastness. I tried to pierce its 
surface with my eyes and read that 
secret which everywhere is written 
along its bottom in dead men ? s whit- 
ened bones, in rusty cannon, piles of 
armor, in huge chests of gold and 
sparkling jewels, in wondrous sunk- 
en ships with green slimy sides, open 
ports through which the fish swim, 
and all about the scattered remains 
of man's mute tribute to the sea. 

No longer tarried I, for the tide 
having run its length now sought the 
beach again. Once, twice, thrice, 
the angry waves would have wet my 
feet, but I, too nimble for such tricks, 
each time escaped safely to the drier 
land. Not only did the tide threat- 
en, but I noticed the sky began to 
assume a darker shade. The wind 



asserted herself, hurling playful 
blaste over the land and out across 
the sea, howling as if in conscious de- 
light. Soon the dark shadows be- 
came a cloud, numerous black mists 
arose, blending themselves in one; 
livid streaks appeared to chase each 
other across the sky, meeting and 
vanishing. Accompanying it the 
thunder pealed out its deafening 
roar. But the sea ! Behold the sea ! 
Where its smiling countenance? Its 
peaceful ripple? Gone! I know not 
where. The sea is singing — cancion 
del mar. Not that melody it tuned 
at morn. I can grasp the words it 
chants or rather screams for so 
loudly roars the mighty ocean as it 
crashes on the rocks that broken 
verses are fairly thrust into my ears. 
These are the scattered words I 
catch : 

"Beautiful ships on the bottom of 
the sea; thousands of noble and 
cursed men, treasures, wrought sil- 
ver and gold, and pearls strewn on 
the bottom of the sea. Ships, men, 
treasures, all on the bottom of the 
sea." 

And the turbulent ocean lashed it- 
self into greater foam and fury as it 
shrieked repeatedly: "All on the 
bottom of the sea." 

The wind cut keen on my cheeks, 
the cold beating rain quite chilled 
my mind and body. I fled hurriedly 
from the scene, but as I rushed away 
the ocean's frantic song still beat 
upon my ears. 

The song it sang was — Death ! 




Bungalow Built with Boulders 

and Shingles 

By HENRY MENKEN 

It is a good thing that in building as in everything else, tastes vary. 
Imagine the tiresome monotony of a village street on which every house 
was exactly like its neighbor. Fortunately for the sake of contrast, and for 
{he beautifying of our towns and cities, the tastes of many housebuilders 
inclines toward ruggedness in exterior construction. 

Where boulders or cobblestones are conveniently at hand the rugged 
effect is readily attained. 

The bungalow here illustrated is a good example of a well balanced 
use of cobblestones and shingles, and the result is an artistic, attractive 
home which should be built in almost any part of the country at a cost well 
inside of $2500 complete in every detail. 

The house has a frontage of 34 feet, just right for a 50 foot lot, and will 
look well on either a level or an elevated location. Of course vines and 
plants will much enhance its beauty. 

Entering from the broad porch, one stops a moment to admire the 
quaint oak front door with its glass panels. The living room is large, with 
a cozy front nook. It has an oak floor, beamed ceilings and a broad, com- 
fortable looking fireplace and mantel, located where it will best warm the 
room, and make an attractive showing from both living and dining rooms. 

The dining room is large with oak floor, paneled wainscot and built-in 
buffet; it opens from the living room through a wide buttressed opening 
with drop beam. 

The breakfast room opens out on the back porch and is a convenient 
feature which is rapidly growing in favor. Of course if necessary this could 
be used as a bedroom instead. The bath room is well arranged to open 
from the two bedrooms, as well as from a small hall. The front bedroom has 
a long wardrobe closet which the illustration does not show, and there is 
a fine linen closet opening from the hall. 



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The kitchen is built in full cabinet style with closets, cupboards, bins, 
etc., and there are stationary washtubs on the screen porch. 

Of course, the painting etc., is a matter of individual taste, but we would 
suggest a dark gray stain for the shingled walls, with dark red trimming 
and moss green roof. Inside walls are finished in hard wall plaster, with 
carpet float finish tinted with exception of the bath room and kitchen, in 
which the walls below r the chair rail are finished smooth, marked off to imi- 
tate tiling and enameled white. 

If boulders cannot conveniently be had this house can be worked up 
beautifully in brick (preferably rough clinker brick.) 

The cobblestones are pointed up with a dark red cement mortar, and 
the porch floor and steps are also of dark red cement. 










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cobbles or tl W ?w + v! me t0 reinmd a11 who contemplate building with 
Th rieh wa Zft te ? " a / lght and a Wron S wa ^ of laying them, 
a rich lm7 fl J rl 7^ *? Pr ° duCe the best effect is to la ^ the win with 
the ioVts deer^v Tf mo * ar '™ d whil * the mortar is soft to rake out 

av'three bets' T ?n S ^ ^^ S&± ' ety ° f the structure wil1 Permit, 
deW t ill Pomt smoothly with colored eement mortar, leaving 

weH Zthu^LlZZT% Sh ° Ul ^ t 6 mixed ° nl y soft enough'to work 
wen ana tnus spattering and soiling of the stones is avoided. 

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MARGOT 

By MRS M. W. LORAINE 



CHAPTER VIII. 

A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS. 

In silence the couple walked on- 
ward. The sun was setting, and in 
the late light of day the mountain 
ranges in the distance took on en- 
chanting hues. Marguerite paused, 
bidding Jim look backward. To the 
east the Twin Buttes purpled in the 
twilight. Above the fields, where 
cows, knee-deep content, were clus- 
tered in the alfalfa, white-sailed 
windmills turned in the uncertain 
breezes to question each point of the 
compass complainingly. 

" * Where the quiet-colored end of 

evening smiles — 



tarantula still clinging to it, while 
close to the hem of her gown ran its 
angry companion. 

With the girl pressed to his side 
Carleton sprang across the ditch 
and landed in some moist ground, be- 
fore she knew what had happened. 
Oh, what is the matter with my 
foot ? ' ' she cried, clutching his arm 
pain and fright. 

He kept his arm about her as he 
answered : 
here— 



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Miles on miles, 
murmured Marguerite, idly plucking 
one of the watta-moties drooping 
over the ditch. She trailed the wil- 
lowy wand beside her as she walked 
on, holding her gown from contact 
with the soil. 

As the path narrowed Jim dropped 



I can't put you down 
it's mud to your ankles. I 
hope I didn't hurt you very much? 
That's what was happening; it was 
on your shoe." As he spoke he 
pointed to the tarantula. 

The girl shuddered. "I deserve 
it for wearing those slippers," she 
said; "put me down and I'll walk in 
the mud to pay for my folly." 

"Don't be foolish," Carleton chid- 
ed her gently. "I'll carry you up 
here a bit and go back and kill the 
other one. Put your arm across my 
shoulder — so — and I'll have you back 



behind his companion, his eyes bent in the road in a minute." 



on the ground. They passed a water- 
hole where a horse stood at luxur- 
ious ease: farther afield a cattleman 



was bunching his steers. 



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Coo-oo- 



With such grace as she could mus- 
ter Marguerite obeyed, thinking, 
with a smile, "It ought to have been 
Dick who rescued me in this roman- 



ce, coo-oo-ee!" The long vocals rose tic fashion 



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and fell plaintively on the hushed 



air. 



In a revery Marguerite brushed 
the trailing watta-motie over a tar- 
antula den without observing it. 



She was glad, nevertheless, that it 
was not Dick, who would probably 
have carried her much farther than 
was necessary before re-crossing the 
ditch. This she knew Carleton would 



Instantly two venomous little not do, and, with her head against 

monsters darted out in silent but vin- his broad shoulder she clung to him 

dictive rage. With a warning cry with a confidence that could not have 

Jim started forward. But one of the failed to touch the man. For a 

tarantulas was already on the heel moment his glance swept the soft 

of Margot's shoe. It was too late to cheek so near his own, then he 

do anything but bring his foot down turned his head and walked 

firmly against her heel. At the same footedly along the bank until he 

moment, with one arm about her reached a place where he could cross 

waist, he swept her from the ground, without jumping. 

Her shoe fell to the dust, the mangled Putting Marguerite down beside a 



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slim ash, he said: "Look out 
scorpions, and don't put that 
foot to the ground till I bring your 
shoe. " 

He went back up the path, lifted 
the slight thing that had been so 
rudely torn from the girl's foot, 
brushed it off and slipped it into his 
pocket. He picked up a stone with 
which to crush the surviving taran- 
tula, and for a moment poised the 
missile ; then he tossed it lightly into 
the ditch. A man does not kill the 
thing that, for even five short min- 
utes, has sent him into Paradise. 

"Does your foot hurt very much? 
he asked, stooping to slip the shoe in 
place. 

With one hand on his shoulder 
Marguerite steadied herself as she 
answered gratefully: "Not nearly 
so much as it would had you been 
less prompt." But she winced as he 
fastened the buckle across her in- 
step. 

"I wouldn't have believed I could 
be so brutal," Jim mourned, looking 
at her with miserable eyes. "I 
might have killed the thing with my 
hand — " 

"You did the only thing you 
could," interrupted Marguerite, half 
angry, half amused. "And if 
look like that asrain I'll 



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The past? You never did any- 



but I've 



thing — 

"Dishonorable? No; 

and until recently 

Now I do 



made mistakes, 

I've thought them fatal. 



not see why I may not yet shape my 
life to something like the life I used 



to dream of." 



looked with admira 



threatened. 



cry, 



you 
" she 



She would have limped uncom- 
plainingly along, but Jim insisted on 
her taking his arm. 



"By the way, I want your advice," 
said he presently. "You know I 
used to practice law. Ainslee has 
offered me a partnership — " 



"Oh. you'll accept, of 
Do, do !" she urged. 



"I think I shall," he said, choos- 
ing his words carefully. "One could 
hardly be associated with you as I 
have been this year and feel no stir- 
ring of ambition. I believe you are 
an inspiration to everyone you come 
in contact with. Moreover, I've per- 
mitted the past to hamper all my 
life. For the future—" 



Marguerite 
tion into the handsome face, where a 
new earnestness had erased all lines 
of care. The man's eyes sparkled; 
his carriage was erect. Was this the 
Jim whom she had known so long? 
And had she had some part in the 
change that had been wrought? It 
was kind of him to tell her, and she 
said so. "Tell me about it," she 
added, leaning unconsciously closer 

to him. 

He drew her hand to a firmer rest- 
ing place on his arm as he answered 
gratefully: "There isn't much to 
tell — now. Someday — when — ' ' He 
closed his lips, as if resolutely forbid- 
ding utterance to the words upon 

and Margot, always a careful 
of her friend's reserves, 



them 



? 



respecter 

asked nothing further. 

They finished the walk almost in 
silence; only once when Margot 
stumbled he caught her quickly, with 
a little exclamation of solicitude. 



When they entered the 
schoolhouse the 



farmer 



country 
folk 



beginning to gather. Jim 



were 
seated 

Marguerite at a table near the speak- 
er 's desk and then mingled with the 
crowd. There were a few 
but the audience 



posed of men 



women, 
was chiefly com- 
ranchers whose crops 
had failed for lack of water; cattle- 
men whose herds lay dying around 
course? caking water-holes. They were as- 
sembled to discuss their grievances 



against the canal companies. 

Flaring oil lamps lit the place dim- 
ly, throwing a strong light on a few 
faces in the front rows and leaving 
the others in shadow. The sheriff 
was seated at a child's desk, his 
knees drawn nearly to his chin, and 
behind him was a woman dressed in 
a gown of rich black cloth. Her face 



drew Margot 's wandering glance. It 
was a face of worn, disdainful beau- 
ty, framed in a wealth of dark hair. 
Her somber eyes were mournful, fas- 
cinating ; but she was not so pleasant 
to look at as the farmers ' rosy wives, 
for a certain arrogance of glance and 
gesture marred her. 

When the chairman rose to intro- 
duce the first speaker Jim whispered 

"That's Louis 



and Jim's pencil again moved rapidly 
across his note book. 

When the crowd rose to depart the 
woman in black stood motionless in 
the outgoing throng and lifted her 
voice. The people paused, but after 
the first words turned away in dis- 
pleased silence, their breadth of 



good-nature too 
fanaticism. 



narrow to tolerate 



to 



Marguerite : 
the 



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recorder, and 



Verde, the county 

chairman of the central committee." 

He was an uncouth man of pallid 
countenance, crafty little gray eyes 
and a calculating mouth. Broad 
dark rings under his eyes lent an un- 
wholesome cast to his features, which 
to the accustomed eye bore the hall- 
mark of the half-breed Mexican. 

The words of the farmers were 
plain and homely, and Margot had 
no trouble to report them. "Water, 
water," was the burden of their cry. 
The canal companies were denounced 
as corporations that sought to wrin 
the ranches drv: but when, after 



'0 Lord! Thou hast listened this 
night to blasphemers, who have gath- 
ered together, not to exalt Thy holy 
name, but to quarrel, to laugh, and 
to jest, and to forget Thy awful 
Majesty They pray, not to Thee, for 
the water that would flood the earth 

—the 



at Thy behest, but to their gods 

of money and power. What 
their answer be? 



men 

shall 



drouth, 



answer 
drouth 



everlasting! 



Drouth, 
Burn- 



three or four farmers had spoken, an 

officer of the canal companies was ^ ^ ,; ;f de " ^ ^^g "i w ; the 



ing, withering, damning this unright- 
eous country and them that dwell 
therein !" 

A passing youngster laughed and 
trod on the woman's gown. She gave 
no heed, but the sheriff's hand shot 
out to leave its impress on the boy's 
cheek. The next moment Jim was 



discovered to be present, the crowd, 
laughing and insistent, called on him 
for a speech. 

Clever, witty, and not in the least 
abashed, the man rose to address 
them. With a characteristic love of 



sheriff nodded as he moved away. 

Again the woman raised her voice 
in fierce denunciation : 



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Dogs have 



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square dealing" they listened to 
him, and at the close of his speech 
gave him good natured applause. 
Then they called for Verde. 



eompassed me; the assembly of the 
wicked have enclosed me. They look 
and stare upon me!' " She turned to 
face the man who stood with bent 



The chairman 



came 
talk glibly of storage reservoirs, of 
water-right deeds, of prior rights, of 
riparian rights, and the rights of the 
American citizen, sir! Suddenly, as 
he swelled in bombastic oratory, a 
woman's voice called out solemnly, 
"Amen!" 

Somewhat disconcerted, the re- 
corder paused. Curious glances were 
cast upon the woman — she who had 



head beside her; and with cutting 

emphasis she added: "'But to the 

righteous the Lord is very good. He 

forward to ^ ag g\ Yen me the necks of my ene- 



mies, that I might destroy them that 
hate me!' " 

Having ceased, she swept from the 
room, now deserted save for Jim and 
Marguerite. 

Mr. Jim, that was splendid 
of you!" cried the girl as he assist- 
ed her into her wrap. "Do you know 
her?" 



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Yes, 



M 



he answered 



thickly, 
attracted Marguerite's attention. As "Orne's here with his buggy," he 



the speaker paused, Jim looked up. 
Verde quickly recovered himself 



added. "I'll find him and you can 
ride home — to spare your foot." 



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Oh, it's only two blocks to the 

street car. Let's go home that way. 

T — ant to hear all about your plans." 

My plans/' he repeated dully. 

My plans? Oh, I only dreamed a 
dream, Margot!" 

She thought he used the affection- 
ate little name unconsciously. At a 
loss she stood beside him without 
speaking till the sheriff drove up, 
when Jim assisted her into the buggy, 

and bidding them good-night, turned 
away. 

Orne did not start immediately, 
but, the lines slack in his hands, sat 
gazing after the man walking away 
from them — the young man who 
moved slowly and stumbled in the 
darkness like a drunkard. 



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That's the whitest man I 



ever 

see," said he blowing his nose vio- 
lently. "I've known him all his life 
pretty nigh, and he's— he's a damned 
good man!" 

CHAPTER IX. 

JACK'S PLACE. 

The sun was shining. With baleful 
glance he glared through the court- 
house windows; with hot delight 
beat into the courthouse bricks ; with 
radiant energy blazed upon the gar- 
den. Jim's shades, awry, were 
drawn to the windows ' height. Jim, 
in his shirt sleeves, was slouching 
over the dusty table, from which 
Chis, dangling his bare brown legs, 
was embellishing for the reporter a 
story of the streets. 

"You swear beautifully, Chis," 
drawled the man in cynical amuse- 
ment, tossing the boy a quarter. 



cumstances, Marguerite might have 
found highly entertaining. Now, 
without her accustomed pretense of 
scolding about the general warmth 
and untidiness of the office, she seat- 
ed herself without removing her hat. 
This omission alone would have suf- 
ficiently conveyed to them the sense 
of her disapproval. 

While Jim, a trifle awkward, 
cleared the table, Chis with a furtive 
glance at Marguerite sidled up to the 
man. What meant this dreadful si- 
lence, this ceremonious propriety? 
Was it thinkable that his divinitv 
could be angry? 

"Is she — she isn't mad, is she?" 
he whispered. 



"Oh," wailed Jim, 
Chis, we've done it! 
in the presence — " 



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we've done it, 
We've sworn 



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You didn't," sturdily defended 
the boy. 

"I did worse." Jim groaned. 
"She'll forgive you, especially as 
you didn't know she was here 
as for me 

He broke off to shake his head dol- 
orously and throw Marguerite a 
glance of pleading. She refused to 
meet it, and Chis stepped 
forward. 

"Jim never told me before that a 



bravelv 



feller didn'tswear in the presence," 

he began. 

his 



His attitude, his words, 



very 




un 



scious and irresistibly comical imi- 
tation of Carleton. In spite of her- 
self the girl's mouth twitched. 

He continued: "I s'pose it's like 
taking your hat off, but he never told 



Hardlv had he Z.J^ * me bef ore ' ' ' Chis repeated the words 



guerite was standing in unsmiling 
silence at the door. Jim jumped up 
struggled into his coat and gave her 
good-morning. 

"Good morning," she responded, 
icily. It was as if she had flung the 
formality of "Mr. Carleton" at him. 

The man and the boy looked at 
each other guiltily— an exchange of 
glances, which under different eq- 



uating accents, adding: "I'm sorry 
you heard, Miss Stone." 

"It wasn't my hearing that made 
it wrong, Chis," said Marguerite, 
melting at once, "though it grieved 
me to hear it. And it isn't exactly 
like wearing your hat. There are 
times when it's right to keep your 
head covered; never a time when it's 
right to swear." 

"Never a time— " He left the end 



of his wondering sentence in the air. 
"Say, Jim, did you know that?" 

"I'm in the dust, Chis. Get out 
your fiddle and play for my forgive- 



ness. 

With a grin of comprehension the 

boy drew his bow across the strings 

of his violin. That he should have a 

thorough mastery of finger action, or 



humility, "it's small wonder, when 
you spend your time in charity like 

that while I—" 

"Don't talk to me of charity," she 
interrupted warmly. "You've taught 
me broader charity than any that I 
ever dreamed of!" She gave him 
her hand across the table and he put 
it to his lips, 
an accurate technique, was not to be They turned soberly to the lesson 
expected, but using his bow with a 
light and graceful ease the boy dis- 
played no heaviness of w r rist, no awk- 
wardness. The divine spark of music 
kindled at his birth had quickened 
into that vast inner radiance, which, 
without effort, sheds its rays in the 
splendor of melodious sound. 

First he played a tender, pleading 
air, which smoothed the austerity At dinner Mrs. Orne had news to 
from Margot 's brow; and he as well retail. "Delia Long was over here 



then, and worked till Jim suggested : 
"Let's try the Socialist Labor par- 
ty's speeches tonight. You're doing 
great work now." 

"Very well," responded Marguer- 
ite, "I suppose I can't have too much 

practice. ' ' 

"Good. I'll call for you after din- 
ner." 



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as Jim noted the effect it had upon 
her. He followed the melody by a 
graceful, tripping rhythm, prankish- 
ly suggestive of rustling leaves and 
dripping water — of a life teeming 
with fun and mischievous frolic. As 
the time quickened tiny storm effects 
were interwoven — whispering breez- 



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this afternoon, Miss Ma'greet, an' 
she told me sech a curious thing." 
Orne," turning to her husband, 
do you know who 'tis that plays in 
Jack's Place? They say Jack has a 
man in his saloon that beats any thin 
you ever heard to play the piano. 
They say he draws crowds an' the 



es, plashing rain drops, just a hint of place is filled to overflowing every 



thunder, and now and then lightning 
flashes — a tempest in fairyland it 

seemed. 

Thus was Marguerite's lost seren- 
ity taken captive and restored to her 
on waves of melody. 

As the little violinist turned away 
she cried out gaily: "Good-bye, 
Chis Templeton ! ' ' 

' ' Good-bye ! ' ' How his eyes bright- 
ened, how his cheeks glowed, with 
what self-respect he held up his 
head as she called out his name- 
name ! 



night an' no one knows who he is, 
for he keeps his collar pulled up an' 
his hat pulled down. It's the most 
mysterious goin's-on I ever heard 

of. ' ' 

"Why, mother," laughed the sher- 
iff, "you're makin' a cavern out of 
a gopher hole. I don't see nothin' 
so mysterious about it. I'll bet a 
front tooth the man's some respect- 
able feller" — with expressive hands 
Mrs. Orne protested against the ad- 
her jective — "that's on his uppers, and 

he's ashamed to be seen playin' in 



Alone with the girl, Jim cast aside sech places, 
his veneer of frivolity and lifted his ~ 
eyes to hers where, this time, respon- 
siveness met his mute appeal. 



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Wh 



a name to the nameless may mean? 
he murmured. ' 



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Dismissing with this simple expla- 
nation the mystery of the bar room 
the sheriff turned to Marguerite. 
"So you're goin' to the Socialists' 
doin's tonight, be you, Miss Ma'g- 



the 

may breed? 

of respect for me, 



Who can guess at 
the ambitions, it 



possibilities, 

If you have no scrap 

' he added with 



fun 
be you? 



reet? I reckon you'll hev 
You're not goin' alone, 
Their meetin's are held on the south 

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"No, I'm going with Mr. Carle- 
ton." 

"Nary a word to say, Miss Ma'g- 
reet, nary a word to say. Wherever 
you go with Jim Carleton you go safe 
an' protected, 
faults 
111 



can quarter 



I s'pose Jim has his 
bein' human, he must. But 

be dog-goned ef I know what 
they be!" 

The Socialists' meeting place was 
a private residence— if a lowly adobe 
may be so designated— in the Mexi- 

Jim and Marguerite, 
taking their way through Chinatown, 
passed little groups of Mongolians, 
who lolled at ease on their door- 
steps, and little groups of Mexicans 
standing idly in front of corner bar- 
rooms. Here, too, were a few gaudi- 
ly dressed women and dirty children. 
As they approached their destina- 
tion, they became aware that a lively 
disturbance was taking place. The 
defeated Socialist candidate ior may- 
or was forcibly holding his gate 
against a group of men on the out- 
side. Louis Verde, everywhere cur- 
rying favor in these days, for he, too, 
was a candidate for office, was re- 
monstrating against their inhospit- 
able reception. Near him stood a 
man in a white sombrero, while on 
the fringe of the crowd stood the 
fanatic who had interrupted Verde's 
speech at the schoolhouse. Silently 
scornful of the unseemly tumult, of 
the people, of everything but her- 
self, she stood alone, the only woman 
m the crowd except Marguerite. 

"I wonder why she comes to such 
places," said Marguerite 
"A 



a 



mania— no doubt," answered 
Jim. 

In the end, the man so vigorously 
denying entrance to his home tri- 
umphed. The man of the sombrero 
loudly promised the people a differ- 
ent welcome at his own home, and as 
they turned to follow him Jim and 
Marguerite stood aside. Last of all 
to pass them was the woman in black 
She passed close and looked straight 
and searchingly into Marguerite's 
face. A swift, but comprehensive 



look, it bore no message of ill-will. 
Just beyond them, however, she came 
to a full stop and turning, let her 
gaze sweep Jim with a slow and inso- 
lent contempt that conveyed all of 
arrogance and disdain that a gaze 
can hold. 

Gravely, courteously, Carleton lift- 
ed his hat. The woman 's eyes blazed, 
and, averting her face and drawing 
herself more haughtily erect, she 
swept on. 

Marguerite drew a quick breath. 
Without comment, Jim gave her his 
arm again and they followed the 
slender, black robed figure swaying 
gracefully ahead of them in the glare 
of the street lights. 

They entered the house where he 
of the sombrero was already launched 
on a characteristic political speech 
along the line of his convictions. 
He spoke roughly but with a rude 
eloquence, and once under way kept 
the reporters ' pencils flying. Speak- 
ing of the manner in which vagrants 
were treated by the city authorities 
he had got as far as, "They are ar- 
rested by corrupt officers, instigated 
by corrupt citizens, tried by a cor- 
rupt court, and sentenced by a cor- 
rupt judge," when from the audience 
came a loud "Amen!" 

The speaker faltered; but, wiping 
the perspiration from his brow, re- 
sumed: "When his term expires, 
the vagrant is still a vagrant; the 
city has been improved at his ex- 
pense, the constitution has been vio- 
lated, and — " 
"Amen!" 

Again the man paused, and again 
resumed his speech; but the solemn 
amen" sounded the death knell of 
his eloquence. Mischievous boys 
took up the word, and to the utter 
confusion of the man made the house 
ring with it. 

Jim kept his eyes on his note book, 
and Marguerite noticed a veil of pain 
settling over his face. The room was 
filled with the mocking voices; but 
when the woman with perfect self- 
possession arose, and it became evi- 



dent that she would address the his side to the door. 



speaker, all noise was hushed. 
With her eyes fixed 



at last 



Chis, arrayed 
all the coveted erlorv of 




un 



embarrassment, she began : 



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Lo, 



mine eyes hath seen all this, mine 
ear hath heard and understood it. 
Ye are all forgers of lies, ye are all 
physicians of no value. Oh, that ye 
would altogether hold your peace, 
and it should be to your wisdom! 5 " 

Verde stepped to the woman's side 
and remonstratingly urged silence. 

Both Marguerite and Jim looked 
up. 

The woman's face, in its refined 



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ascetic beauty, was quite calm; only 
her eyes were sparkling with a fitful 
fire. Distinctly, her high voice car- 
rying well, she replied to Verde's 
protest: "I felt an irresistible im- 
pulse to speak, sir. 

"Well." 



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answer, 



came the man's rough 
if you interrupt the meet- 
ing again I shall feel an irresistible 
impulse to put you out." 

With disdainful gesture and even 
voice, the woman responded by invo- 
cation: "Lord, set thou a wicked 
man over this one; 'when he shall be 
judged, let him be condemned; let 
his days be few ; and let another take 
his office. Let his children be fath- 
erless and his wife a widow ; and let 
not the sin of his mother be blotted 
out. ' ' ' 

With an angry exclamation Verde 
laid his hand on her shoulder. In- 
stantly Jim was on his feet and be- 
side them. The politician let his 



in an tne coveted glory 
braid and brass buttons, had been 
hidden in a corner helping to swell 
the "amens." Jim beckoned him 



and bade him see the woman safely 
home. 

The meeting broken up, Jim and 
Marguerite started for home ; but the 
girl felt debarred by her friend's 
manner from referring to the recent 
incident. How bowed he was, how 
wearily he walked! This was the 
first day she had seen him since that 
night at the school house; and now, 
embarrassed for a safe topic, she 
asked him if he had accepted Ains- 
lee's offer. 



singing 
woman 's 



hand drop and took a step backward, 
his head hanging. He started when 
Jim raised his arm, but as the re- 
porter only pointed to the door he 
slunk out. A little ripple of applause 
was followed by silence. Marguerite 
was leaning forward breathless. 

Jim turned to the fanatic, and for 
a long moment man and woman — she 
with defiant head flung backward, 
he erect and quiet — faced each other. 
Under his steady gaze her wild eyes 
wavered and drooped. He spoke to 
her in a low tone, and she moved by each line. 



'Not yet," he answered. 

As they gained the main street of 
the town, the sound of 
reached them. It was a 
voice floating out from one of a row 
of bar-rooms, where the half-doors 
were held wide by the stream of men 
flocking into the place. 

In front of the door Marguerite 
stopped short. Jim would have 
urged her forward, saying: "This 
is no place for you," but loth to lose 
a note of the voice that was luring 
the crowd she hung back. For a full 
minute at a time the swinging doors 
tapped against the wall without clos- 
ing. 

Margot caught a glimpse of the 
bar, of glasses upon a shelf, and well 
to the rear a piano at which a man 
was seated. His back was toward 
the door, his overcoat collar was 
drawn up and his hat was pulled 
over his face, in effectual disguise. 
Near him stood Prudence — the only 
woman in the place. 

In shimmering silk, and with her 
cheeks slightly flushed, she was the 
most beautiful woman the girl had 

The liquid notes of her 
drinking song filled the room and 
floated luringly out into the street. 
She was swaying gracefully and 
clinking her tiny goblet against the 
glass of a neighbor at the end of 



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Bewitched, 
realized that she 



Marguerite hardly 
was standing in 
front of a bar-room. But no one no- 
ticed her. All were attracted by the 
exquisite face and the exquisite voice 
of the singer. Although the words 
of the song were not yet ribald, Jim 
kept urging Marguerite to depart. 



a 



Just 



she begged, 



a minute," 
hanging back. 

The song was drawing to a close 
when a man's voice took it up. The 
crowd joined in the closing lines and 
swelled the sound till the words were 
lost in the roar. Jim breathed a sigh 
of relief. As he drew the girl away 
she gave a little apologetic laugh. 

"I never really looked into such a 
place before. So that's where Pru- 
dence sings — what a voice she has! 
But I thought she'd given it up — 
that sort of life." 

"She tried to/' answered Jim, 
"but she couldn't get anything else 
to do. Besides, she's led the life so 
long I almost doubt if she could ex- 
ist without the excitement, the ad- 
miration, the applause that have 
grown to be more than food and 
drink to her. ' ' 

The singing was silenced now, the 
noise had died away ; only the pianist 
still held the people by the spell of 
his playing. Jim and Marguerite 
turned into a side street, and the 
music stopped. As they turned the 
next corner a man emere^d from 



the 



corner a 

of 




man emerged 
rear ot the bar-room. He 
lanced searchingly about and start- 
ed down the alley. This soon 
brought him into the same street 
with the couple, who had turned 
again and were going northward. 
At sound of his footsteps Jim glanced 
over his shoulder. The man was com- 
ing directly toward them when sud- 
denly he stopped, glanced hastily up 
and down, and started away in the 
opposite direction. During the 
moment he had paused the full glare 
of an arc light had been on his face. 



"It looks like Mr. Morgan !" an- 
swered Marguerite. 

CHAPTER X. 

THE STORM SPIRIT. 

There was a note of resistance in 



rown m- 
that 
with 



the girl's voice. She had l 
to an irritable consciousness 
Jim feared her acquaintance 
Morgan might ripen into intimacy. 
She resented this the more as she 
felt it to be unwarranted by her own 
sentiments, which, when she stopped 
to analyze them, resolved themselves 
into one emotion. 

Music always held her in a golden 
bondage, and so far as she connect- 
ed the man with his art she admired, 
even reverenced him. Aside from that 
she found him with an easy flow 
of small talk, attentive in the little 
courtesies that flatter every woman, 
respectful, observant of her com- 
fort. That Jim and Dick did not like 
him was to be regretted merely be- 
cause it is regrettable that all one's 
friends should not be congenial to 
one another. But Marguerite reflect- 
ed that this is a common grievance, 
and gave the matter little thought. 



For a few minutes the 
walked along without speakin 

of leaves 



couple 
The 
the 



murmur of leaves overhead, 
swish, swish of the ditch beside the 
walk, were the only sounds. Beyond 
the town, across the dip of the desert, 
loomed the blue mystery of the moun- 
tains. In the darkness they seemed 
pressing nearer to the little city as 
if, under cover of night, they would 
steal a swift embrace. In the morn- 
ing they would be afar, separated by 
all the distance imposed by daylight 
and intervening miles of sand and 
cactus. 

Jim, quick enough to feel Margue- 

resentment, never- 
pursued his questioning: 
"Did you see that he came from the 
rear of that saloon?" 



rite's unspoken 
theless 



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wt • •*•» Carleton g riml y- nothing to me. Besides, he'd be dif- 
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westerners if he never entered a sa- 
loon." 

"What, by the back door?" Jim 
retorted. 

"Oh, your distinctions are fine," 
she evaded. 



in that bar-room, wouldn't it affect 



"It wasn't the manner of his exits 
or his entrances I referred to, ' ' hint- 
ed Carleton. 

"What was it, then, you meant?" 

"Only that Jack seems to have as 

great a drawing card in his disguised 

pianist as the Episcopal church has 

in its organist." 



she 
"I 



cried 



in 

don't be- 



"Now, Mr. Jim," 
vexed understanding, 
lieve a word of it. Why, he's a mem- 
ber of the church ! ' ' 

"The more reason for hidin 
face,'' argued Jim. 

"Who said it was hi 



you ? ' ' 

"We can't be sure that it was he. 
And I don't believe it was. He's a 
member of the church." 

At which repetition of her reason 
for disbelief, Jim laughed sardonic- 
ally. "If you knew it was he would 
you continue to associate with him?" 

But Marguerite met him squarely 
with: "You show no lack of charity 
for the erring; why should I?" 

"But it's quite a different thing, 
Miss Marguerite." 



Oh, yes, it always is." 
Thus silenced, Jim gave up the ar- 
gument, and they walked without 
further conversation until a threaten- 
his ing scroll flashed through the north- 
ern sky. They had not before no- 
I don't be- ticed the darkly curling clouds now 
lieve it. You're so suspicious — and massed heavily above. A raindrop 

splashed through the leaves, another 




you dislike the man so, you can't do 
him justice. I believe you're jeal- 
ous!" 



rown 



lusty wind, lashed the trees furious- 
"Jealous!" Carleton, startled out ly, and the rain came rushing down. 



of his self-possession, bent over Mar- 
guerite in study of her unconscious 

face. 

"Yes. I never yet saw the man 
that couldn't sing a note himself who 
didn 't envy and dislike the men that 
could. ' ' 



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run 



proposed. 

Accordingly they made haste to 

ain the shelter of a deserted adobe, 

under the crumbling balconv of 




which the 



balcony 
had 



al- 



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Why, Miss Marguerite," cried 
Jim, throwing back his head with a 
hearty laugh, ' ' I can sing — hear me ! 
Tra la, la lala, turriluri la!" 

There!" she triumphed, 
only proving my point. And I wish 
you'd quit talking to me about Mr. 
Morgan. I don't care what he does 
he's nothing to me, nothing at all. 



£ I 



"you're 



If he were anything more than the 



Salvation Army 
ready taken refuge. Here torches 
were flaring and tambourines sound- 
ing while the drum was beating a 
loud tattoo. Water was dripping 
from the red and blue costumes of 
the women and from the men's hat 
brims, while one man, kneeling on the 
sidewalk, prayed fervently and long. 
Jim and Marguerite went inside 
the house, which consisted of but one 

The win- 



merest acquaintance 



room and that quite bare, 
my music <jows had long been 



one and the 



teacher — it might be different ; that mu( j wa lls, once whitewashed, were 
is, if you had any foundation, except now discolored by age and misuse, 
your absurd prejudices, for such sus- Here and there patches of the smooth 

surface had fallen away, leaving ex- 
posed the brown pores of the adobe. 
The blotches on the once fair face of 
the building, which under the canker 
of idleness had gone to its ruin, made 
it look like a creature diseased. 
This was the first storm of the sea- 



picions. 

"I have the foundation of common 
sense, reason, intuition, worldly ex- 
perience, the evidence of my own 

■the entire combination." 



senses 



' ' Even so, how does it affect me ? 
"If you knew it was he who played 






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son. From the deep window where 
Marguerite looked out they could see 
the little group of devoted men and 
women on the sidewalk; while far 
away loomed the dark ruggedness of 
Camel Back and Squaw's Peak, their 
stern faces lit momently by streaks 
and sheets of lightning. 

Marguerite gazed on the trees now 
writhing under the whip of the wind, 
upon the fierce electric writing on 
the blackboard of the heavens. The 
Storm Spirit quickened within her. 
The air was charged and its current 
thrilled through her veins. Her eyes 
sparkling, her nerves pleasantly 
tense, she longed for something to 
try her mettle against. To have 
rushed into the rain, struggled with 
the wind, flung defiance at the light- 
ning, would have been the wildest 
delight. 

The blazing wrath of the heavens 
was rending a pathway through the 
clouds; the thunder was bellowing 
louder; the rain fell in sheets, and 
the wind, veering, drove it under the 

Before the fury of the 



balcony. 



storm the worshipers retreated. 

Pressing into the room and not 
heeding the couple in the window- 
seat, the " soldiers' ' formed a circle. 
Something of the electrical influence 
that was working in Marguerite 
seemed to have entered their hearts, 
and they raised their voices against 
the voice of the tempest, shouting 
praises to the Lord. 

At first Marguerite did not turn. 
Only when Jim, with a sigh, sank 
deeper into the shadow, his head 
drooping, did she face about. There, 
in the center of the room stood the 
tall, majestic woman by whose side 
the girl had twice seen him protect- 
ingly take his place in public. 

At the door stood Chis. He had 
been commanded to see the woman 
home, and had she chosen on her way 
to cross the desert and the mountains 
he would have crossed them too. 

The fanatic, in her clear voice, 
which carried well even against the 
inrush of wind that swirled in eddy- 



ing gusts through the decaying build- 
ing, was giving her "testimony." In 
this company her words, appropriate 
to the people and the occasion, fell 
on eager ears and seemed unusual 
only because of the correctness of 
English and the accuracy of quota- 
tion that marked them. 

That the woman's bearing was not 
humble, that the light in her eyes 
was not sane, that her tones rang 
with arrogance, these folks of 
simple faith did not observe, 
by one obviously not of their world 
that the words of adjuration were be- 
ing uttered. The fashion of her ele- 
gant though plain attire made their 
triumph in this convert the more ex- 
ultant, and when for a moment she 
paused they raised joyful hallelu- 
jahs. 

She silenced them by a gesture, 
and again her voice rose in combat 
with the elements. The girl at the 

The 



a 

It was 



window was standing now. 
storm had lost its spell, but the forces 
it had bred within her were at their 

She bent her 



height, 
man sittin 



eyes on the 
beside her. He seemed 
fallen to pieces — the mere shadow of 
the man that had entered the room 
with her. The lines on his face, 
deepening, had aged it in a flash by 

He looked hopelessly 
the gray depths of 



in 



many years, 
weary, and 

his eyes she read a helpless sort of 
protest. 

Why this scene should mean any- 
thing to him Marguerite did not 
know; what it meant, was written 
plainly on his face. She slipped out 
through the low window and put her 
hand into his. 



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Come," she whispered 



Jim lifted his head, but instantly 
the fanatic faced them. 

"Stop! Turn not away from the 
Word! Hearken to the promise of 
the Lord. He will wash away the 
blood of your scarlet sins. Stay and 
be sanctified in the Lord, for he will 
grant even you absolution." Paus- 
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round her hand. Responding to his was some foundation for the gossii 

unconscious appeal the girl fastened She felt, too, that Jim was avoidin 

her gaze on the wild eyes of the worn- her and all she stood for, as opposed 

an who, under the exaltation of a to his indifference, his laxity. And 



perfervid religious enthusiasm, 
seemed hardly conscious of her sur- 
roundings. But whatever power the 
afflicted woman possessed over Jim 
was more than counterbalanced by 
the will of the girl who stood domi- 
nant beside him, her young hand 
pulling him toward her, her young 
face turned toward the flare of the 




this change in her friend would have 
rieved her still more deeply had not 
nearer interests sprung up to sweep 
it from her mind. 

Dick had won the nomination. 
During a lull in the campaign he 
made Marguerite another visit, find- 
ing her this time at her office work. 
As they walked home together, she 



torches. She kept her eyes on the told him sedately that she was very 
woman's as she had seen Jim do, and glad of his success, 
presently the fanatic turned uneasily 
away, toward her admiring compan- 
ions. 



"Come," whispered Marguerite 
again, and the man obeyed. 

She was thinly clad, and without a 
hat. Once the wind and the rair 
struck them, Jim remembered; but 
Marguerite gave him no opportunity 
for self-reproach. "Oh, I love it," 
she cried, "I love it!" 

In the darkness she felt Jim throw 
off his coat and wrap it around her ; 
felt the touch of his arm as it held 



1 ' Oh, the battle isn 't won yet, ' ' he 
returned, his voice dropping as he 
added : * i You can 't think how much 
the final outcome means to me, Mar- 

I've hitched my hopes star- 



got, 
high." 
It was 



dusk along the 



His 
her 



her from slipping in the mud. 
weakness had brought out 
strength; now he was drawing new 
vigor from the spirit that beat so 
close to his own. And the rude touch 
of the weather was tonic; the slap 
of the wind and the dash of the rain 
were bringing him to himself. Mar- 
got, as she slipped off the coat at her 
door, felt a light touch of lips on her 
hair, and heard a murmured "God 
bless you" as Jim turned away. 

CHAPTER XL 

CHIS'S ACCIDENT. 

After that night Jim settled back 
into his old careless ways. He re- 
fused the proffered partnership with 
Ainslee, and his indifference to all 
the ends ambition strives for 



growing 

pepper-tree walk; they were shelt- 
ered by the drooping branches, which 
almost swept the ground; and Dick 
drew her hand through his arm as 
he spoke. "Whereupon Marguerite 
developed a sudden interest in pol- 
itics which kept the conversation in 
a safe channel until they reached 
home. 

The sheriff, too, was interested in 

"Have 



Dick's electioneering, 
made the southern 



coun 



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replied : 



more marked than ever. 



grew 
Through 



Mrs. 



Marguerite heard 



Wynkoop, 
that he was drinking heavily, 



and 



you 

part of your 

he asked as they sat 

at supper. 

"Yes, last week," answered the 
young man. "You know I have 
mines up there. I've just paid for 
this year's assessment work on 
them," he added ruefully. 

Orne laughed as he 
"Well, ef you gamble in the bowels 
of the earth you're sure to drop some 
cash. Bet a front tooth you're tryin ' 
to get somebody else to drop some. 

too." 

Dick admitted that this was so. 

"Knew it," chuckled the sheriff. 
"Onct a feller owns a hole in the 
ground he feeds it every cent he can 
beg, borry, or steal — gets into the 
hole himself an' drags all his friends 



even while turning a deaf ear to her 

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Alone with Marguerite, Dick re- 
verted to the subject. 

"Speaking of the mines, I won that 



lawsuit, Marguerite. 

"Oh, I'm so glad! 
made your reputation, Dickie? 

it will help you in the elec- 



And has it 

At 



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least, 
tion ? ' ' 

' ' Success is the only stepping stone 
to success; and the case wasn't ap- 
pealed. 

"Has Prudence got the money 
yet?" 

"I put the check into Carleton 's 
hands this morning. 

"Then he is your Jim Carleton, 
too!" 

"Yes. Mr. McCline left the choice 
of a trustee to me, and there's not a 
man living in whom I have more con- 
fidence than I have in Jim. He has 
the highest sense of honor. Besides, 
Prudence will be guided by his judg- 
ment. I think there was a time — 

-when he was something 
to her. As for him — I 



As the young man broke off 
abruptly, perhaps feeling that his 
irritation had led him beyond the 
bounds of good taste, Marguerite 
asked gravely: "Did you quarrel 
with your sister, Dick?" 

I'm afraid I was rather 



Well, 



nasty," he acknowledged. At any 
rate she didn't say good-bye when 
she came down here the other day. 
By the way, after her last visit to 
Phoenix she told me she'd seen you 
at some public gathering — she recog- 
nized you from that little photograph 
I have — but that as you were with 

she particularly disliked, 

If it 



someone 

she didn't introduce herself. 



years ago- 

of a hero 

don't know. But when she was just 

a pretty child, I — well, I liked her 

myself. ' ' 

Dick delivered himself of this little 
confidence with an awkward laugh, 



isn't impertinent — ?" 

"I don't know where she saw me, 
but probably I was with Mr. Carle- 
ton." 

"Oh!" was Dick's only comment. 

"Haven't you made up with her 
yet, Dick?" 

No," he grinned, "although I 
called this afternoon at her hotel to 
apologize for the way she'd treated 

She wasn't in." 



a 



me. 



Will 



"That depends on her own fancy. 
Won't you call while she's here? I 



which Marguerite met with a silence want you to know each other." 



as awkward, hating herself for her 
inability to take the confession with 
the lightness it deserved. She cov- 
ered her discomposure by asking: 

"Does your sister know about the 
money?" 

"Yes. And she's thoroughly an- 
gry at both my client and me. She 



But do you suppose she'd care 
to meet me just now? If she's not 



friends with you — 



?? 



She broke off, 



blushing and biting her lip. 

Before her adorable confusion pov- 
erty and discretion took wings. 
Dick was beside her, pouring out his 
heart in incoherent words when a 



says he had practically promised to knock at the door brought a sudden 

KtuZl ™! n l y ^! * foreign mission, and unwelcome interruption. Mar- 

guerite sprang U p and crossed the 

room, trying to veil the sparkling of 



I believe, in order to keep the peace, 
he finally deeded something else to 
the church — I 



can't imagine what ; her eyes as she opened the door. 



I thought the rest of the property 
belonged to his wife." 

Presently ,. as if unable to get away 
from the disagreement with his sis- 
ter, he burst out: "This going clear 
round a church to do good is what I 
can't understand. Lucy isn't a bit 
like Howard; he was always giving 
to the 'undeserving Door' " 



When the light streaming across 
the newcomer's face revealed Mr. 
Morgan, Dick muttered something 
under his breath. But he was not 
lacking in the social instinct, and 
making amends for his rudeness on 
a former occasion, he actively sec- 
onded Marguerite's efforts to start a 
felicitous conversation. This time 



the talk flowed smoothly, each gentle- 
man having occasion to plume him- 
self on his share in the conversation. 

the end of a half hour when 



At 



Marguerite was enjoying a sense of 
triumph over her success in blending 
such uncongenial spirits into a sem- 
blance of amity, Morgan turned to 
her with "There's a picnic tomorrow, 
Miss Stone — an impromptu affair. 
Your name heads the list feminine, 
which is quite long enough; but 
we're short two men, and rely on 
you to supply them." 

Marguerite said promptly : ' l Dick, 
you've no scruples against a Sunday 
picnic. Stay and go with us. I'll 
telephone Mr. Carleton and ask him 
too." She was on her way to the 
telephone and glanced back saucily 
over her shoulder to ask: "You'll 
stay if he promises to go, won't 
you ? ' ' And Dick was not slow to gi ve 
the obvious compliment with bis 
promise to stay. 

The telephone was in the next 
room, and the men heard her ask: 
"Mr. Jim? It's me — I. Of course. 
There's to be a picnic tomorrow and 
want you — what's that? Non- 



side her he was not permitted to 
keep it. 

"Oh," wailed Delia Long, as Mor- 
assisted her into the back 



gan assisted her into the back seat 
of the tally-ho, "I've left my para- 
sol." And the wail being directed 
toward Dick, he got out and ran 
back for the forgotten article. On 
his return he found Mrs. Wynkoop, 
Chis and Jim in the seat with Mar- 
got. There was a place for him on 
the back seat between Delia and 
Morgan. He took it with the smile 
of a villain. 

The seat between Dick and Mar- 
guerite was filled with girls who had 
ridden out in another conveyance. 
Directly in front of Marguerite were 
two girls with Jack Long, Delia's 
brother, between them; while the 
driver, a consumptive youth they had 
hired with the team, sat alone. 

The sun was setting as, cutting 
across the desert, they headed for the 
Tempe Butte and the better road to 
town. Here woodchoppers had been 
at work and besides cutting mesquite 

The 



had felled a pepper-tree. 

odor 



of 



air 

its 



we 

sense. Dick's going — isn't that an 

inducement? Oh, thanks, it's nice 

of you to say so. That's settled then. 

Be here by eight. I'll get Chis too. 

Good-bye." 

If Dick had agreed to spend an- 
other day away from his business in 
the hope of getting further speech in 
private with Marguerite, he was des- 
tined to disappointment. The day shrieked, dancing on his knees in, the 



was pungent with the 
broken bark and trampled leaves. 
The canal was wavering rosily 
under the last rays of the sun, and 
the birds were beginning to nestle 
down for the night. Only one little 
black fellow, with a scarlet top-knot, 
called saucily from a giant suagara 



to Chis, who, producing his sling, 
turned to do deadly damage. 

"Look at that, look at that!" he 



was passed by the river. On the way 
out of town they had picked up Chis, 
and when no other obstacle to confi- 
dential talk presented, he was under 
foot. 

Dick got a little tub of a boat and 
asked Marguerite to row with him, laps of the people behind. 



seat. "I shot him, I shot him — right 
in the yolk of his left eye ! ' ' 

The boy was having the most hi- 
larious time of his life, and Margue- 
rite had to tug at his jacket in order 
to keep him from tumbling into the 

But no 



sooner had she got him settled than 
he was peering into the seat ahead, 
where he kept his gaze riveted until 
Jim took him by the collar and re- 
equally futile. Even when they were seated him, chanting softly : "Thou 
starting homeward and he had sue- shalt not rubber, neither shalt thou 
cessfully maneuvered for a seat be- stretch thy neck." 



but the tub quickly developed a leak. 
He proposed a walk up a neighbor- 
ing loma 
them. 



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At the words two hands that had and the disc rounded into an orb of 

gold that sent its light to blend with 
the flush which spread halfway 
across the sky to meet it, Jack Long 
began in a mellow tenor: 
" 'Oh, I never, never more, with my 
true love shall stray 
By the bright, silvery light of the 



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been as one were hastily withdrawn 
from each other's clasp, while Jim 
and Marguerite exchanged glances 
of amusement. Back of them, Delia 
was chattering without cessation. 
She turned to Dick vivaciously. 

"Isn't that Mr. Carleton just too 
awfully handsome!" she effervesced. 
"You'd never dream he had any- 
thing terrible on his 
would you?" 

"I don't suppose he has," an- 
swered Dick drily. 

Oh, yes, Mrs. Wynkoop told me 
today— 

"Mrs. Wynkoop," interrupted 
Dick. "Pray what has she to say of 
Carleton?" 

Why — why, I don't believe she 
really said anything. But she gave 
me the impression that he had been 
one of the bold, bad men of the 
Southwest, with a private cemetery 
or something of that sort, you know. " 
Ah," drawled Dick. "I'd al- 
ways heard that Madam Grundy was 
a nom de plume; glad to learn the 
lady's right name. 

"Then there's nothing in the 
story?" asked Delia in a tone of dis- 
appointment. 

Nothing but the voice of scan- 
dal," Dick assured her cheerfully, 
peering round the girl in front of 
him in order to get a glimpse of Mar- 
guerite. 

"Do you think it's polite to call 
her a name like that?" asked Delia. 
But Dick, his gaze on the tip of Mar- 
guerite's ear, failed to answer. 

Thereupon Miss Delia turned her 
attention to Morgan, who proved 
more interested in the gossip than 
had their seat mate. He found out 
nothing more definite, however, than 
the "private cemetery, " of Delia's 



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venom had 



Mrs. 



spent 



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itself 



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koop 's 

vague insinuations. 

Before the sun had fairly set the 
moon came up and hung, a milk- 
white disc, above old Camel Back. 
As the after-glow flamed in the west 



moon. 

The chorus was swelled by a dozen 

but when Chis added his high 
soprano to the general outburst it 
rang above all the others. 

Leaning forward, Morgan mut- 
tered: "By Jove, that boy sings 
well!" Then, carefully pitching his 
own voice so that the boy's would 
still be heard he joined in the melody 
being flung across the desert. 

Chis, too happy to sit still, was on 
his feet half the time, and when the 
spirited team, startled by the unusual 
gaiety, took a swifter gait, it was 
with difficulty that Marguerite saved 
him from a fall. 



the 



As the horses, now 
driver 



giving tfte driver some trouble, 
turned a corner the tally-ho tipped, 
and hung for a moment on two 
wheels before righting itself. There 
was a chorus of screams, but the boy, 
delighted at this element of danger, 
stood up in order to get a better view 
of the horses. They had begun to 
calm down when an automobile puf- 
fing fussily along came up behind 
and passed them. 

The animals plunged aside; again 
the vehicle 



swayed, and this 
Chis lost his balance and fell. 



time 
The 



shrill screams of half a dozen girls 
increased the fright of the horses, 
which now leaped madly forward. 
The driver 's utmost skill availed only 
to keep them in the road. He was tir- 
ing, and as a second round of shrieks 
went up he turned an appealing face. 
Instantly Jim pu t his hand 



Give 



on 
me 



put 
Jack's shoulder, saying: 
footing there, old man." 

Quickly he got across the seat and 
mounted beside the driver, catching 
the lines as they dropped from the 
youth's nerveless fingers. 

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to look down the road, where Chis 
lay limp and quiet, just as he had 
fallen. At the sight Morgan rose, as 
if to jump, but when Dick touched 
his arm in caution, he sank back, 
one hand clutching at the seat rail. 
The horses, yielding as much to 
Jim's steady voice as to his skilful 
handling of the lines, were gradually 
brought down to an even gait. As 
soon as he had them under control 
he swung them round and started 

Dick was in readiness 
moment the horses 



to a seat beside himself where, with- 
out ornamenting his speech, he gave 
Chis plainly to understand that his 
performance had been far from ad- 
mirable. 



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i I 



swiftly back. 

to jump the 

should stop ; so too, was Jack Long, 

but Morgan was out of his seat and 

in the road before the wheels had 

ceased to revolve. When the others 

came up he was bending ovev the 



Oh, Jim's scolding him!" cried 
Marguerite, who, with Dick at her 
side and Morgan not far ahead, was 
the last to come up. 

Surely, under the circumstances, 
Miss Stone," began Morgan in a low 
tone, "a little irritation's only nat- 
ural — in Carleton, you know." 

Dick favored the speaker with a 
long stare, while Marguerite found 
herself struggling with the vaguely 

left bv this 



unpleasant 



M 



boy. 
"Are you hurt? 

iously. 
Chis, 
and blinking up 
answered scornfully: 



he asked anx- 



lvin 



flat 



on 

at the 
"Aw 



his back 
moon, 



go on, 
I'm jest waitin' to be picked up." 
And wait he did till Dick set him, 

his feet, when he 



unhurt, 



upon 
trotted back to the tally-ho and Jim, 
who was soothing the horses. 

"The little beggar!" chuckled 
Morgan. His attitude towards the 
boy's impudence was nicely calcu- 
lated. It was a letting-down that 
took the edge off the situation. That 



it cost him 



something to turn 



the 



impression 
apology for the man who, logically, 
should have been the hero of the 
day. As a matter of fact, it was 
Morgan who seemed to have the cen- 
ter of the stage — Morgan, who had 
so skillfully checked his own speech 
in the moment of reaction. 

"Hurry, there, Dick, or you'll miss 
your train!" called Jim. 

CHAPTER XII. 

THE RECEPTION. 

The next day after office hours. 
Marguerite called at the hotel. Af- 
ter she had sent up her card and had 
been told that Mrs. Howard was in, 
it was with some trepidation that she 
followed the bellboy upstairs. At 
the landing she heard her name and 



phrase lightly Marguerite was quick turned to see Morgan, 
to note, while the fact that he had 



I 



we're bound for the 



been first to cover his polished boots 
with the dust of the camino real was 
so out of the line of his usually self- 
centered conduct that buzzing com- 
ments went up from the other girls 

as they regained their seats. 

"he knows 



Oh," said Jack Long 



young 



ster, that's all. It was a play to the 
house." 

Oddly enough, it was Jim who de- 
fended Morgan's motives. "I think 
you do him an injustice," he said. 
At the same time he collared the 



suppose 
same place, Miss Stone." 

"I'm calling on Mrs. Howard," 
said she. 

"So I surmised," he smiled as the 
boy paused before an open door. 

Mrs. Howard, standing just with- 
in the room, had her head turned to 
receive the farewells of two or three 
departing guests. Marguerite caught 
a glimpse of a tea table, presided 
over by Mrs. "Wynkoop and a young- 
er matron of her acquaintance. Be- 
hind a row of potted palms in a far- 
ther room musicians were keeping 

soft accompaniment to the 



chief actor of the day who was climb- up a 

ing over the wheel, and lifted him ripple of talk and laughter, chiefly 






























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feminine, which tinkled through the 
apartment. A dozen people were 
streaming toward Mrs. Howard to 
make their adieus ; on the stairs was 
the rustle of as many newcomers. 
It needed no second glance to tell 
Marguerite that she had timed her 
call inopportunely. But it was too 
late to retreat. She was already m 
line with the late arrivals. 

The moments of waiting she occu- 

hostess, who 
of rich red 

her 



pied in studying her 

was dressed in a gown 

velvet that set off to advantage 

She was tall and grace- 



dark beauty, 
ful and had 



a high-bred 

had 



manner. 
And when Marguerite had got that 
far Mrs. Howard turned her face 
fully toward the door and her arriv- 
ing guests. 

Then was the girl seized by an un- 
easy sense of having lived that mo- 
ment through in some previous exist- 

Those dark eves had looked 



before 



eyes 
had fallen under 



ence. 
into hers 
her steady gaze. Faintly, as from a 
distance she heard the sound of tam- 
bourines mingling with the fury of 
the storm that beat upon a deserted 
house — heard the wail of wind and 
the lashing of tree-tops. 

The shock of the revelation 



made 

it seem unreal. This elegantly 
gowned and handsome woman, with 
jewels nestling against priceless lace 
might well be Dick's sister; but — 
she, the religious fanatic, the habitue 

It was 



of political gatherings? 
credible. But there was scant time 
for wonder. Marguerite, raising her 
eyes, for Mrs. Howard was taller 
than she, heard herself being wel- 
comed by name. 

"I didn't know you were enter- 
taining/ ' she murmured apologeti- 
cally. 



i t 



Just 



at 



my 
1 'and 



dear." 



it will 



an at home, 
smiled Mrs. Howard, 
soon be over. You and I must know 
each other better. Stay after the 
others leave. " And with a pat on 
Marguerite 's hand, which she had re- 
tained as she was speaking, she re- 
leased her and turned to the others. 



As Margot entered the room Jack 
Long hastened to meet her. 
"You don't want any of that tea 

Come here and 



do you, Miss Stone ? 
listen to those girls 



they 



imagine 



they 're talking literature. " 

As the two came up to a little 
group they heard Delia gurgling 
out : "Don 't you think George Eliot 

is just grand?" 

"I consider that man's books un- 
suitable for young ladies to read," 
interposed Mrs. Wynkoop, who had 
also joined them. 
Morgan turned to Marguerite with 

upset her gravity 

awkward 



grimace that 

Long bridged the 

' * I like Mrs. Wharren 



a 

while 

moment with : 

better. Don't you think she's clever, 

Miss Stone?" 

but cruel, ' ' responded 



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Clever 



Margot, preparing for the avalanche 
of exclamations that was imminent. 
Mrs. Wharren, the author of a day, 
wrote extremely improbable short 
stories. "I'm sure she must keep her 
characters awake nights thinking up 
all those brilliant metaphors they 
sprinkle so liberally through their 
conversations." 



a 



Speaking of metaphors," began 

"I heard Ainslee mix one 



Morgan, 

in great shape the other day." 
"Sounds like a cocktail," 
mured Jack in Marguerite's ear. 



mur- 



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Lawyers 



>> 



Mr. Morgan would 
have continued, but an authoritative 
voice interrupted him. 

Lawyers are perfessional 
splitters. Mr. Orne told me so 
an' he said he'd ruther split 
fer a livin'." 



a 



hair- 
onct, 
rails 



i i 



Why, Chis, where did you come 
from?" demanded Marguerite in 
amazement. 

"From behind those pal-ums," an- 
swered the boy literally. "I been 
playin' with the other men. I got 
tired. What I want to know is, 
whose hairs do they split an* what do 
they do it fer, an' do folks pay 'em 
to do it an' why don't they split their 
own? It's easy to be a lawyer. I 
split " 



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141 



His voice was drowned in a shout head in laughin 



>> 



of laughter, and Mrs. Howard com- 
ing up, beckoned a maid to take the 
child to the refreshment room. 

"Orne's definition of lawyers is 
more polite than the usual play on 
the word," said Morgan, but Margot 
raised her eyebrows. 

"Oh," said she, "flings at the 'per- 
fessional hair-splitters' here? 

Mrs. Howard, who had turned 
toward another group, called back 
sweetly over her shoulder: "I don't 
mind the flings, Mr. Morgan. I 
never heard one that was unde- 
served." 

"Oh, by Jove, it's her brother 

that's a lawyer, isn't it 



—the man 
with the manners!" said Morgan. 

"Why didn't you come earlier, 
Marguerite?" asked Delia. 

Mrs. Howard, who seemed to have 
an ear for everything, saved her 
from the embarrassment of a reply 
by saying lightly: 

"Oh, you little butterfly, Margue- 
rite has other things besides our friv- 
olities to attend to." 

The girl flashed the woman a grate- 
ful glance. Only Mr. Morgan, smil- 
ing over the heads of the others, 
seemed to realize that Mrs. Howard 
had prevented the necessity of an 
awkward explanation; and from his 
smile Marguerite turned away dis- 
tastefully. Sharing secrets with her 
music teacher appealed to her no 
more today than it had done six 

months before. 

As the last of her lingering guests 
said good-bye Mrs. Howard drew 
Marguerite to her side. Morgan, 
who had loitered, took reluctant 
leave of the two, and they were left 
alone together. 



<< 



A charming 



> j 



said Mrs 



man, 
Howard playfully after he had bowed 
himself out. "And he knows ? a 
charming girl when he sees her." 

Drawing Marguerite toward the 
window she looked down kindly into 
her eyes. "So this is the little girl 
that Dick 



w confusion, and 
Mrs. Howard spared her the rest of 
the sentence. "They tell me the boy 
violinist is a protege of yours?" she 
substituted. 

"Oh, yes; how did you come to 
get him?" asked Marguerite. 

"I asked Mr. Morgan's advice 
about the music, and he sent the boy 
to me. Mr. Morgan is a man of dis- 
criminatin 




charity. In most men 
the freedom that life on the frontier 
engenders results in much that is far 
from desirable. They learn, for one 
thing, to look too leniently on the 
vices of others as well as on their 
own faults. Such a standard of mor- 
als as Dick has, for instance, keeps 
one from a truly religious conception 
of life — from a proper discrimination 
especially in matters of charity." 

Somewhat embarrassed, Margue- 
rite hastened to say: "I'm glad Mr. 
Morgan has followed Mr. Carleton's 
example in trying to help Prudence's 

child." 

There was a sharp change in Mrs. 
Howard's tones as she asked: "You 
don't mean to say that that boy is 
Prudence McCline's child?" 

Marguerite nodded yes. She was 
beginning to realize that such soft- 
ness as Lucy's face seemed to possess 
was but the effect of her dress with 
its delicate lace, and the fashion of 
her coiffure. In repose, her features 
were severe. Her eyes hardened 
brightly as she turned them on the 
girl. 

"I wouldn't have had him in the 
house a moment had I known," she 
said with marvelous intolerance. 
Of course, Dick has told you of the 
plans he and his friend," with a 
sneering emphasis, "have for re- 
claiming that scarlet beauty of the 
streets! A fascinating employment, 
truly, for two young men." 

Her face dyed crimson, Margot 
answered quickly: "I am sure they 
mean to do right." 

1 < Unfortunately, good intentions 
have nothing to do with the saving 



it 



o+ r^v " nave noinmg io uu wim ^ oM ' -* » 

Sit Marguerite was shaking her of a soul," rejoined Mrs. Howard 

















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authoritatively. "Only the church 
should deal with such matters. Mere- 
ly to lift the woman's body from the 

Her soul remains 
washed in the 



slums is nothing 
black unless it be 



Sacred Blood." 

In Lucy's eyes a fitful fire was be- 
ginning to glow. Her voice and man- 



ner had grown arrogant, 
rich gown, her eyes like the hard 
jewels that flashed with every turn 
of her head, with every movement of 
her slender hands, she was fearfully 
beautiful. It is not a pleasant ex- 
perience to look upon the transition 
from sanity to madness, and Margot 
watched it now in fear and pity. 
The lovely face and form had lost 
their plastic lines and become rigid 
as the woman poured out her words 
in a frenzy. Of all she said Margue- 
rite gathered the import of little but 
this : 



breath with difficulty, an uncertain 
smile trembling on her lips. "I have 
ever turned to religion for consola- 
tion, and sometimes — sometimes — " 
She shivered, rose, and extending 
her arms slowly lifted them till her 
finger-tips touched her head. 

"Sometimes I feel that I am God's 

But in her chosen instrument — that I shall soon 



i i 



Unless this sinning woman, like 
the Magdalene, believe in the Cruci- 
fied One, all her efforts will be use- 
less — she will be damned, everlast- 
ingly damned ! Be not deceived by 
these men's lies. They would de- 
stroy for you all hope of salvation. 
But I will save you! Here, here, I 
consecrate my life to the service. I 
cast aside these baubles of a world- 
ly vanity, and dedicate myself to the 
work ! ' ' 

As she spoke she tore the rings 
from her fingers, the diamonds from 
her hair, and cast them upon the 
table. "Nevermore will I go attired 
in soft raiment ; I will dress in sack- 
cloth and ashes! This velvet — this 
lace 

She was tearing at her throat, her 
fingers tangled in the meshes of fine 
lace, when Marguerite went swiftly 
to her, took the slim hands in her 
own, and coaxed her to a seat. Pres- 
ently Lucy's frenzy passed away. 
She brushed her hands across her 
forehead, and mechanically picking 
up the rings pressed them back upon 
her fingers. 

"I hope — I have not bored you," 
she said at length, drawing her 



M 



be called to work His wrath. Sure- 
ly there is some great work for 
me to accomplish for the Lord!" 
Again she paused, turning to Mar- 
guerite. "You — you understand, da 

you not? 

Her bearing had lost its haughti- 
ness, her eyes were sane once more. 
She sank into a chair and her face, 
left pitifully blank and pinched, 
was raised appealingly. 

"I un 



gently. 



said the girl, 



CHAPTER XIII. 

VERDE'S TROUBLES. 



Marguerite took her way directly 
to the courthouse, where Jim met her 
with the news of Mr. McCline's 
death. 

"It won't affect Prudence's plans, 
will it?" she asked. 

"No. She starts for San Francisco 
next week to begin her study for the 
stage. Strange that she should be 
ambitious still!" 



iC 



The future looks bright for her," 
said Marguerite. She had her elbows 
on the table, her chin in her hands, 
as she glanced up at Jim. 

He looked down into her upturned 
face saying heartily: "Yes, and it's 
the biggest-hearted fellow in the 
world that's made that future pos- 
sible." 

Marguerite's face flushed with 
pleasure, as she answered: "You've 

>o — and very 



been good to Prudence too- 
good to Dick's sister." 

Now that she had conveyed to him 
her understanding of his interest in 
Lucy his face mirrored a certain feel- 
ing of relief, and she ventured to 
add: "Dick told me she was much 
disappointed at Mr. McCline's dis- 



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143 



posal of this money. It seems she 
wanted it for some church work." 

"Yes, these good women never 
seem quite satisfied till they've fla- 
vored their gifts with the mold of 
tombstone and chapel." 

"Mr. Jim!" 



y j 



"Yes? 

"Are you an infidel?" 

"What's that?" 



<<TT 



he quizzed. 



i < 



Why, a person — a person that 
doesn't believe in anything." 

"I'm not it, then. But charity — 
well, charity is love, and love doesn't 
give bread that is bitter, nor clothes 
with the buttons cut off." 

You must have attended some 
charity bazars," she laughed. 

"A few," he acknowledged with a 
grim smile. 

A slight noise at the door made 
them look up. Louis Verde was 
standing there, and though he was 
prompt enough with his "good-day 
Marguerite felt quite certain that he 
had been there some time. His face 
was unusually pasty, the rings under 
his eyes unusually dark and broad. 

It was his first visit to the office 



tj 



was 
since that night 



of the Socialists' 



meeting. In response to his greeting 
Jim srrunted out something that 



might have been 



a 



something 
"the devil" or 
good-morning," and then seated 
himself at his desk with his back to 
the new arrival. 

Marguerite was distinctly uncom- 
fortable. Not so Verde. He seated 
himself on the table, and very much 
at ease swung his feet back and 
forth with metronomic 

When he began idly fin _„ 

scattered papers on the table Jim 
faced about to growl: "Why don't 
you sit on a chair?" 

"Thanks, I believe it will be more 
comfortable. ' ' 

Another prolonged silence proved 
more than Marguerite could endure. 
She broke it by saying: "You're 
not looking well, Mr. Verde." 

"No," he replied eagerly, "I had 
a bad spell with my heart last night. 
We've been rushed with work for 



Verde's 
twinkling with malice 



con- 



t c 



weeks, and I ain't aUowed clerks 
enough." 

Marguerite kept a politely listen- 
ing countenance toward him, while 
Jim slammed pencils and books about 
on his desk. Verde's eyes were 

but he 
tinued to address Marguerite. 

Now, in addition to my work, 
I'm to be deprived of my sleep, it 
seems— by thieves. I'll have to stay 
in my office nights till I get my work 
caught up." 

Thieves?" interrogated the girl. 

Yes, ' ' drawled Verde with the de- 
liberation of one who knows that he 
has the curiosity of his hearers 



c c 



i c 



aroused. 



a 



Dick Herrin sent down a 



deed for recording last week, and 
Mrs. Howard's been trying to get 
hold of it ever since." 

At Dick's name Marguerite start- 
ed; it was at mention of Dick's sis- 
ter that Jim ceased his impatient 
movements and turned around. 
Verde, under pretense of scratching 
his nose, hid a furtive smile. He rose 
as if to go. 

"What do you mean?" asked Jim. 

Taking this as an invitation to re- 
main Verde reseated himself and con- 
tinued: "Oh, Herrin bought some 
prospects up north and neglected re- 
cording till the former owner made 
a deed of gift of the same claims to 
the church, and then went and died. 
Mrs. Howard brought the deed down 
to me. Now, not knowing, I suppose, 
that his sister 's mixed up in the mat- 



ter, Herrin claims the mines under 
regularity. pr i or deed. Gold's being discovered 



up there, and the property may be 
worth fighting for. Yesterday Mrs. 
Howard was in the office and doing 
her level best to get hold of Dick's 
papers— had them out to copy and 
nearly made way with 'em before 

We have to take 



I could prevent it. 

things in order, and we can't record 

them till their turn comes." 

"You don't think the church 
would steal Mr. Herrin 's papers, do 
you?" asked Marguerite. 






































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.„ , 4. „ if +hp harrier Jim had raised between 
-Mrs. Howard would if she got a rfthe tamer j^^ ^ ^^ ^ 



"Oh^ I'm sure you're mistaken, 
and she's not responsible, you know, 

for all she does." , 

"You bet she's responsible, she s 

the smartest woman I know." 

"You see ghosts, Verde," scofted 

Jim. . 

' c If I saw a ghost it was dressed in 
black, and it gave me a sleepless 
night," retorted the recorder. 

"Ghosts are said to have that ef- 
fect," commented Carleton. 

"See here, I thought you and Her- 
rin was friends," began the record- 
er. He had risen, and he let his 
small eyes sweep Marguerite before 
adding: "But it looks as if you'd 
as soon see him lose things as not." 

Jim turned his back and opened a 
newspaper. As for Marguerite, 
Verde's second meaning had flown 

over her head. 

The recorder, passing Jim's chair 
on his way to the door, lowered his 
voice to say: "I been havin' a nice, 
long chat with Mrs. Wynkoop today 
— about people and things in the 

early days." 

For a moment Jim did not answer, 
then, with a long, cool stare, he said : 
"Congenial employment, I should 
think. ' ' 



down 

the one to do it. 

It was with some effort that ne 
finally said : " I believe that Verde '■ 
wish is father to the fear that Dick s 
deed will be stolen. And you are 
quite right about— Mrs. Howard," 
he added, halting over the name. 
"She's losing her mind as rapidlj 

as possible." 

"But, Mr. Jim, I saw her today 
when she was just as sane as you 
are. I'm sure she could outwit 
Verde if she tried." 

"You saw her—?" 

"At the hotel. She was entertain- 
ing some friends, and I never saw a 
more charming or rational woman 
than she was— for a time. ' ' 

Still walking up and down Jim 
put the distance of the room between 
them before he paused to ask: "Did 
she say anything to you of Dick 
his friends?" 



or 



"Y-e-s. 



M 



i( 



Um-um. Gave us a pretty black 

eye, did she?" 

"She spoke very pleasantly of Mr. 
Morgan," evaded the girl. 



Ex-actly. 

"Before I left she was attacked by 

__ the same sort of frenzy we have seen 

Almost before Verde was out of her in before," Marguerite went on, 



the room Jim, casting an uneasy 
glance toward Marguerite, was say- 
ing: "The place really needs fumi- 
gating after that ; may I light a cigar, 
Miss Marguerite?" 

She nodded yes, then watched him 
as, walking about, he puffed 
soothing rings of smoke. He sent 
them curling into every corner, and 
in his affectation of ridding the office 
of the irritating atmosphere Verde 



but her other guests had no occa- 
sion to think her — unbalanced." 



a 



out 



And evidently Dick has none, 
said Carleton. "Persons so afflicted 
are often very cunning in hiding 
their infirmity from those nearest to 
them. Those mines, though — I won- 
der of whom Dick got them ? ' ' 

"Mr. McCline. They were his fee 
for prosecuting that lawsuit." 

Ah, so it's for Prudence Dick's 



had created, even lifted the papers having all this trouble too." 
and breathed smoke upon them. 



Occasionally he glanced at the girl, 
but she would not take advantage of 
the opportunity that Verde's news 
had opened. To attempt the pene- 
tration of a friend's reserve is to rush 
in where angels fear to tread; and 



Marguerite's face clouded. "I 
don't understand what good Dick's 
deeds would do anyone else," she 
said, after a pause. 

"If they'd been recorded they 
wouldn't do anyone any good; as 
they've only been filed, once they 



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145 



were destroyed, Dick would have someone I've known,' ' marveled 

nothing to show for his interest in Marguerite. 

the mines; and now that McCline's 

dead it might be impossible for him 

to get redress. I wonder that he 

didn't have them recorded long 



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j? 



ago. 

"That was because Mrs. Howard 
harassed the old man so; he begged 
Dick not to record them for six 
months. So it must have been some 
time before she knew Dick really 
owned them. It looks — strange, 

"It does indeed." For a moment 
Jim's face was so distorted that Mar- 
guerite started toward him. 

"You're ill!" she cried. 

"No — not ill," he protested, put- 
ting his hand on a chair-back. Pres- 
ently he pulled himself together. 
"No sane woman would take such 
a risk — and to steal from her own 



"Like me, I suppose. That open 
mouth, that bristling hair — are they 
not redolent of my individuality?" 

He turned the page. Here was a 
photograph of Dick and there was 
Lucy at sixteen, handsome and patri- 
cian ; from the opposite page looked 
out the lovely face of Prudence, 
younger, softer, even more innocent 
than Lucy's. And here, to Margue- 
rite's surprise, was a group of some 
of her old schoolmates, many of 
whom she had almost forgotten. 

"It's odd, your knowing so many 
people I did once, Mr. Jim — and yet 
we never met." 

Jim looked at her a moment before 
saying: "I remember a little girl — 
almost a baby, that you remind me 
of sometimes. See here, do you 



brother!" he broke off. "I wonder know who this is?" pointing to the 

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what her motive was? 

"She told me she felt she had a 
great work to accomplish for the 
Lord," returned Marguerite. 

"It's a common form of religious 
mania," said Jim, "and in her mind 
that belief would constitute justifi- 
cation for any crime. She ought to 
be confined in an asylum. If I can 
only get word to Dick in time we 
may be able to prevent serious 
trouble. But he's in the country 
somewhere, and I don't like to take 
any steps without his consent. 
Still," cheerfully, "I think Verde's 
vigilance will prevent the theft, and 
later I'll have a talk with Dick. I 



face of a bearded man. 



a 



a 



No. 



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UT9 



That's I, before I went traveling 
all over the world and back again." 
I 'd never have known you with 
that beard!" she exclaimed, scruti- 
nizing the photograph closely. 

"Parting from it completely alt- 
ered my appearance. After I re- 
turned to the United States I went 
up into Alaska. When, after ten 
years on other borderlands, I came 
back to Arizona, of all the people I'd 
known in early days, only the Ornes 
and Prudence knew me. Later, of 
course, I met Dick, and others." 

It was after sunset when Margue- 



hinted once at her being deranged, rite left, and Jim watched her pass- 
He only laughed at me. Now, after ing through the shadows of the great 
what you and I have both seen I 
think he'll listen. Take that troubled 
look off your bonny face, little lady ; 
'twill all come right." 



Marguerite's face cleared and, the 
better to banish unpleasant thought, 
Jim got out a dusty old album with 



broken clasp. 



courtroom, a shadow falling on his 
face as she departed. 

On the stairway she met Prudence. 
Elsewhere the singer always passed 
her with averted face, but to- 
day at Margot's greeting she threw 
back her veil and paused. At a loss 
for words Marguerite suddenly put 



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Come," he cried, "come 



here, out her hand and took Prue's in a 



and behold your humble servant at 
the age of ten." 
"Why, that looks familiar— like 



brief clasp. 

At the foot of the stairs she met 
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hat — once white, now gray with age 
and grimed with use. Not so hand- 
some a hat as the old black silk, but 
yet, a hat expressive of dignity and 
high estate. 

"Nice Ml' white squaw," he com- 
mented audibly as she passed him 
with a smile. 

CHAPTER XIV. 

REASONS. 

As Marguerite passed Prudence, 
her gown trailing against the sing- 
er's costlier one, the latter bent her 
head, her lips pressed close together. 

When she entered the office Jim's 
fingers were closing over something 
soft and small; and Prudence, care- 
less of her handsome gown, swept 
across the room through a litter of 
papers and dust to stand in front of 
him. 

"I met Miss Stone upon the 
stairs," she said, her voice a trifle 
shaken. "She took my hand — she 
touched me." 

"She's a good woman, Prue," re- 
sponded Carleton absently. 

"Ay, a good woman," repeated 
Prudence, with bitter lips. "One 
doesn't wonder you adore her. Oh, 
I'm not blind!" 

Coming quite close to him she 
opened his hand. He made no effort 
at concealment, and after one glance 
Prudence turned away. 

"Well, Jim, the obstacle between 



you and happiness is one no other 
man would stand aside for. Why 
don't you — " 

Jim shook his head, interrupting: 
"The least a man can do is to keep 

faith." 

"What do you mean?' 

"I mean Dick." 

"Ah, then, the other reason?" 

"I'm afraid it wouldn't stand 
long, Prudence," he confessed. 

Without further words she turned 
abruptly and left the room. 

Jim, still at the window, looked 
out to see the drawing on of night. 
There were splashes of gold on a 
leaden sky; the east and the north 
were slate; in the south were drift- 
ing clouds. Only the west burned 
golden, and then orange. The dun 
came pressing down, and the orange 
turned to crimson. Darker it grew, 
and deeper, till the narrowing streak 
had turned to the red of blood ; and 
twilight, falling, saw in all the heav- 
ens only that band of light — a line 
of blood on a sullen sky. 

In the gathering darkness Jim 
stood staring moodily toward the far 
horizon. When the city lights came 
out and twinkled up at him he 
turned from them as from the sight 
of faces grown distasteful. Throw- 
ing himself into a chair he buried his 
face in his arms on the table, his lips 
to the bit of velvet ribbon Marguerite 
had lost so many months before. 



[To be Continued.] 



El!a Wheeler Wilcox, who, in her calmer moments, has written 
some really good things, but whose poetic genius continually threatens 
spontaneous combustion, now asserts that in a former existence she was 
a celebrated beauty and dallied in the favor of a French King! We 
might be inclined to accept Ella's unsupported statement that she 
remembers her alleged former incarnation, if she had said that she was 
one of the Foolish Virgins! 



Money 

By FRANCIS LINDSAY 



m 



] IKE everything else, mon- 

ttM ey has its romance, its 

i history and its laws ; and 

^^" little do people realize 

this as they handle daily 

barter and exchange the little 
round gold, silver, nickel and bronze 
pieces. Each coin could relate a 
wonderful story if it were gifted 
with the power of speech; as it is 
not, the mysteries of its life will for- 
ever be hidden. But it is not of the 
romance of money that I am going 
to write, but something of its history 
and the laws which govern it at the 
present time. 

A coin in itself is really nothing 
but a piece of round shining metal 
stamped with the sign of some na- 
tion. We attach some value to the 
metal because it is difficult to find 
and therefore precious ; consequently 
it stands for a certain amount in 
trade, but other things have been 
used in its stead, merely because the 
fancy of the people gave them some 
worth. In the early days in Amer- 
ica, the Europeans and the Indians 
carried on a trade with beads, wam- 
pum, coral, shells and other trinkets. 
Later tobacco was used quite exten- 
sively among the colonists as a medi- 
um for buying and selling, and it 
sometimes required a whole cartload 
to make a purchase. In some coun- 
tries the people simply exchanged 
their various goods and wares. This 
system prevails even at the present 
day in some localities; but it always 
results in considerable haggling and 
wrangling. 

Substitutes for coin were general- 
ly unsatisfactory. They either had 
no stability because they were not 
precious, or they were inconvenient 
to handle; therefore people felt the 
need of something which would have 
a permanent value and which could 
be transported easily from one place 
to another. Coin solves the problem. 



As usual we have to go far back 
into forgotten ages to find the people 
who first reached the above conclu- 
sion. It is said that the Chinese were 
the first to have what could be called 
real coins and that in the year 1200 
B. C. It is pretty certain that the 
Lydians, who dwelt in Asia Minor, 
made a combination of gold and sil- 
ver called electrum into some definite 
shape for trade purposes, as early 
as 700 B. C. Other authorities say 
that Pheidon, the king of Argos, con- 
ceived the idea of making silver coins 
before the Lydians. Very likely 
these people learned something of 
the art from the Chinese, for there 
seems good reason to suppose that 
the latter have a right to elaim prec- 
edence in this regard. 

The first money probably bore the 
name of some merchant and his place 
of business, or some inscription re- 
lating to himself, and he was very 
likely responsible for its accurate 
weight. Some of the early coins 
were very crude, probably mere 
lumps of metal. When a coin was 
given some definite inscription it 
was placed on a stamp of some kind 
and hammered on the reverse side 
until it took the impression. Even 
then the most of them were very 
rough and shapeless affairs. 

It remained for Greece to bring 
the coinage system to some degree of 
perfection, as she did all the arts. 
Some of the Grecian money still ex- 
tant is very finished in design and 
workmanship. The face of her coins 
very often bore an inscription repre- 
senting some historical event, some 
feature of a legend; oftentimes the 
design had a mystic significance. 
The symbol represented in a fanciful 
way the town where the coin was 
made; for instance, a rose stood for 
Rhodes, a bee for Ephesus. In the 
earlier stages of Greek coinage the 
money only bore a letter which indi- 



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cated the place where it was made. 

From these few examples some 
idea can be gleaned of the perfection 
to which the making of money was 
brought before the Christian era. 
To trace the entire length of the evo- 
lution of coinage systems to the 
present time would indeed be a long 
and arduous task. Therefore let us 
look at the coins of the present day. 
That we have not yet reached the 
highest perfection is evident, be- 
cause every few years witnesses some 
change in the system of our own 
United States. It is only a year or 
so ago that a radical change was 
made in the form of the gold pieces 
in this country. But the foreign ex- 
change is very well managed. 

In the countries where the gold 
standard of coinage has been adopt- 
ed, the system of exchange is regu- 
lated by the amount of pure gold in 
a coin. Each country fixes its own 
gold standard for coin making and 
the alloy generally used is copper. 
Gold coins in America are .900 pure, 
or fine, as it is technically called, as 
is the case with most countries. 
Those of England are a little more 
than .916 fine, but in many of the 
British possessions this standard as 
well as the coins themselves differ 
in fineness from those of the mother 
'ovmtry, and some have totally dif- 
ferent coinage systems. 

To give some idea of the system by 
which values are judged among the 
different nations, I will quote from a 
publication called " Coins of the 
World," designed and arranged by 
Alfred P. White and published by 
the Banking Law Journal of New 
York. 

"Values of coins are estimated at 
the rating of gold in the United 
States, which is $20,672 for the ounce 
fine, or 4.30 2-3 cents for the grain; 
the fineness of coining gold being 
.900, this means $18,605 per standard 
ounce; the dollar contains 25.8 
grains standard gold and 23.22 grains 
pure. 

"The silver dollar coining rate in 



the United States is $1.2929 for the 
ounce fine; the dollar containing 
371.25 grains of pure silver, or 412.5 
grains standard metal. This gives 
the ratio of 15.988 (called 16) to 1. 
The smaller silver coins are of less 
relative weight but of the same fine- 
ness; this lower value is generally 
adopted by most countries to keep 
the "small change" coins at home; 
in some cases the fineness is lower, 
instead of the weight, which accom- 
plishes the same purpose, of reduc- 
ing the intrinsic value of the pieces. 
"In estimating the rating of sil- 
ver coins of countries where the sil- 
ver standard still prevails, and 
where, hence, the value fluctuates 
with the price of silver bullion, the 
rate fixed quarter-yearly by the di- 
rector of the United States Mint, on 
July 1, 1909, is used. This is based 
upon a price for silver at approxi- 
mately 52.96 cents the ounce fine. 
London is the world's chief market 
for gold and silver, hence the prices 
quoted there govern transactions in 
these metals all over the world. 



t i 



The 



general classification of 
coins is into standard, including 
those having full legal-tender power 
(practically all gold and some sil- 
ver) ; subsidiary, silver pieces having 
only limited paying power, say $10 
to $20 ; and minor, nickel and bronze, 
with legal-tender power at 25 to 50 
cents. " 

There is considerable history to 
coinage even in the United States, 
and until recent years, about 1890, 
the system seems to have been in a 
somewhat unsettled condition ; but 
since then no important new coins 
have come into existence and none 
have gone out; except the coinin 
of a few memorial gold dollars like 
those made for the St. Louis Exposi- 
tion, for the Lewis and Clarke Ex- 
position, and the La Fayette silver 
dollar; while the coining of silver 
dollars, which was very small for a 

number of years, was stopped in 
1905. 



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At present the unit of coinage in 
the United States is the dollar, which 
was originally derived from the 
Spanish dollar. All people are famil- 
iar with the money now in use, with 
the possible exception of the $2^/2 
gold piece. But rarely does one see 
nowadays the three dollar gold piece, 
the gold dollar, the trade dollar, the 
silver twenty-cent piece, the silver 
half-dime, the silver or nickel three- 



tinued or abolished; its actual life 
probably lasted for 



longer. 



a few years 



cent piece, the bronze two-cent piece 
or the copper half-cent; yet all of 
these have had their day of life in 
our money system. Many of these 
antedated pieces of money are in the 
possession of various parties who 
have kept them as curiosities, but 
none of them are in actual circula- 
tion and they would not remain so 
long if they were. Some of the old 
pieces of money had a rather spas- 
modic life, others have been capable from time to time reduced until 1816, 



Let us now take a cursory glance 
at the present coins of the foreign 
countries and see how their ideas of 
the making of money differ from our 
own. The unit of coinage in Ener- 
land is the pound sterling, very often 
called the sovereign and indicated 
by £. It is made of up twenty shil- 
lings, these in turn of 12 pence, and 
each penny is divided into four 
farthings. To give a clear idea of the 
relation between the money of Unit- 
ed States and England, allow me to 
quote again from " Coins of the 
World.' ' Speaking of England: 

" Until about A. D. 1300 the pound 
sterling was actually a Troy lb. of 
sterling (standard) silver, 925 thou- 
sandths fine; subsequently it was 



of existing for a number of years. 
The active life of the three dollar 
piece covered a span of some 37 
years, ranging from 1853 to 1890, 
when it was abolished. The gold 
dollar's life began in the days of '49, 
when everybody saw, heard and 
talked nothing but gold, and its 
death occurred in 1890, which seems 
to have been an unfortunate year for 
coins. The life of the trade dollar, 
which it was intended should not be 
used in our own country, was very 
short — five years, ending in 1878. 
The twenty-cent piece came into ex- 
istence in 1875 and quietly passed 
away three years later; the silver 
half-dime was followed by the well- 
known nickel in 1866. The silver 
three-cent piece began its career in 
1851 and was usurped by the nickel 
piece of the same value in 1863, 

was abolished in that fatal 



when the present law making that 
quantity of silver coin ; nto £3 6sh. 



was adopted. 

"A Troy lb. 
916 2-3 thousandths 



into £46 



of standard gold, 

(11-12) fine, 
14sh. 6d in value; 




year, 1890. The two-cent bronze <, ra i n f gold, 
piece was coined for nine years be- 



coms 

hence the ratio between gold and sil- 
ver is 14.287 to 1 ; this is not now a 
matter of importance however. An 
ounce of standard gold coins into £3 
17sh. 10%d. ; this is, hence, the mint 
price of gold. Coinage is free, but 
as there is some delay in coining, the 
law requires the Bank of England to 
pay at once for gold, not less than 
£3 17sh. 9d per oz. (usually quoted 
17sh. 9d) the difference being allow- 
ance for interest. 

"The ounce of pure gold is thus 
valued at 84sh. ll%d; the rating in 
the United States is $20,672; the 
sums are equivalent; this gives a 
value of about 4.30 2-3 cents to the 



123.274 



ginning 1864 and ending 1873; the 
copper half-cent went out of active 
life in 1857. In the above the refer- 
ences have been made to the years 
when the coining of the piece was 
authorized and when it was discon- 



"The sovereign weighs 
grains, hence at .916 2-3 contains 
113.001 grains of fine gold; the Unit- 
ed States dollar contains 23.22 grains 
of fine gold; thus the £ is worth 

$4.8665. 

"The shilling weighs 87.273 

































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grains, hence at .925 fine, contains 
80.727 grains of pure silver; the 
United States dollar contains 371.25 
grains of fine silver; thus the shill- 
ing would be worth 21.7 cents. But 
British silver coin is subsidiary, and 
maintained by law and in fact at 
equal value with gold; hence the 
parity of exchange of the shilling is 
one twentieth of the £, or 24.33 1-3 
cents. 



a 



The 



are made of 



minor coins 
bronze. The rating of the penny is 
one-twelfth of the shilling, hence 
about 2.0277 cents and the farthing 
a trifle more than % cent." 

At the present day the coins made 
in England are the sovereign, the 
half-sovereign, the half-crown (2sh. 
6d), florin (2sh.), shilling, sixpence, 
and three pence ; the first two named 
being of gold, the rest silver. There 
are other pieces in circulation, but 
the above mentioned are made in the 
largest quantities now. 

As before said, the British posses- 
sions often have totally different 
methods of coining from that of 
England herself. Canada and Sierra 
Leone have systems very like our 
own; while India, the Channel 
Islands and Cyprus possess systems 
which are traditional and have a cer- 
tain historic significance, like their 
language, customs and habits. 

In France the unit of the coinage 
system is the franc, which has a 
value in the money of our country 
of 19.29 cents. The metric system 
is used throughout, the francs being 
divided into decimes, and these into 
centimes, 100 of the last named 
equaling one franc. The current 
money of France comprises various 
denominations of francs and 



times. 



cen- 
The money of the French 

colonies differs from that of the 
mother country, but not to such a 
marked degree as in England's case. 

Most of the countries in Southern 
Europe belong to what is called the 
Latin Union, and their system is 
practically the same. The only dif- 



ference is that they give the same 
coins other names. 

In Italy the piece with the sajne 
value as the franc is called the lira, 
the one with the same value as the 
centime is called the centisimi. In 
Belgium and Congo Free State, the 
coins correspond in name and value 
to those of France. Switzerland 
has the franc, but substitutes the 
name rappen for centime. In Greece 
we find the coins called drachmai 
and lepta ; in Bulgaria, leva and sto- 
tinki; in Roumania, lei and bani; in 
Spain, pesetas and centimos; and in 
Servia, dinara and para. In all these 
countries the coins maintain the same 
value, but are often cast in different 
metals. Likewise the ratio between 
gold and silver coinage is the same, 
namely 15% to 1. 

In Germany the unit of coinage is 
the mark, which is worth in the 
money of the United States, 23.82 
cents. The mark is divided into 100 
pfennig, one of which has a value of 
about one-fourth of a cent in our 
country's money. Most of the Ger- 
man coining is done with silver and 
bronze, but they also make a gold 
doppel-krone which corresponds to 
our five dollar gold piece, and has a 
value equal to 20 marks. In Austria 
the unit of coinage is the krone, 
worth a little over 20 cents in our 
money, and this is divided into 100 
heller. The system in Hungary is 
the same as that in Austria, but the 
coins are differently named. In Nor- 
way, Sweden and Denmark, which 
have a union in their coinage sys- 
tem, the unit is the krone, worth al- 
most 27 cents. In Russia it is the 
ruble worth about 51% cents; in 
Holland the guilder, its value in our 
money being a little over 40 cents. 
In Portugal the unit is the milreis, 
worth $1.08; in Turkey the piaster, 
worth 4% cents, and the lira, worth 
about $4.40; in Egypt, the pound or 
lira, valued at about $4.94. In Per- 
sia, Morocco, Abyssinia and Siam, 
the silver standard is in vogue, 
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151 



48% cents ; and in Bolivia, the Boliv- 
iano, worth about 39 cents, 
has a system which corresponds to The system of the present day still 



mine values on account of variation 
in the price of the metal. Liberia 



our own as far as values go. 

In Japan the unit is the yen, which 
is almost 50 cents in our money ; but 



The Philippines have the peso, its 
value being 50 cents; Mexico has a 
coin of the same name but it is worth 
a little less than the Philippine peso. 
In many of the Central American re- 
publics the values of the coins are 
fluctuating, but in South America the 
gold standard is almost universal. 
Brazil's unit is the milreis with a 



seems to present some complexities. 

In time these will very likely be done 

away with. There seems to be a 

in China the values are uncertain, tendency to unite countries more 

closely in commerce every year, and 
it is natural to expect that some pro- 
vision will be made whereby the sys- 
tem of reckoning exchange will be 
made easier. Nevertheless the sys- 
tem of the present day does not pre- 
sent such insurmountable obstacles 
as it did in the past because the gold 

standard is almost universal. If the 

value of about 54% cents ; that of countries maintain their present 
Uruguay, the peso, worth a little amicable commercial relations there 
over one dollar; that of Argentina 
has the same name but is worth 



is every reason to suppose that there 
will be mere equalization in the coin- 

*. ^n*i, , t nri . ing systems of the different people. 

about 96% cents In Chile we again Qn ^ other hand ft coining ^ 

find the peso with a value of about like the i anguage of t he people, be 



36% cents; in Peru the libra with a 
value equal to that of the English 



comes so firmly allied with their cus- 
toms and habits that it seems like 
pound, from which it is derived ; in losing their personality as a nation if 

Ecuador the suere, valued at about any change is made in it. 



California Poppies 

By ETHEL GRIFFITH BAILEY 

O West, with the wealth of thy poppy-clad hills, 
Gold-vested, sun-broidered, a-glisten with star-dust 

and dew; 
Free-blowing, the health of thy breath ever flowing, 

Fills all thy blest children with glad life anew. 
A-glow and a-glisten with star-shine and laughter, 

A whisper — soft, listen ! As faster and faster 
The swinging wild poppy-hosts dancing together, 

Bacchante-like troop over meadow and lee, 
Their petals a-streaming, their tiny lips pealing 

The message of gladness they sing to the sea. 
Then down to him, crowns to him 

Fling they, with all glad abandon of glee! 
And all of their clamor, o'er marsh and through dell, 
In tumult of beauty's to tell— to tell 












young; and All's W 



Well 



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O hills poppy-clad ! O Sea ! 









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The Heart of Don Olvera 

A Story of Old San Diego Mission Days 
By MARGUERITE V. HOLCOMB 




T THE close of a warm 
September evening two 
dusty riders could be 
seen slowly wending their 
way homeward along the 
old Mission road of San Diego. One 
was a cavalier of the type prevail- 
ing during the splendid idle forties, 
and his position as a man of promi- 
nence in the Spanish settlements 
could be told by the handsome black 
steed that he rode, with the heavy 
Mexican saddle mounted in silver. 
Don Pedro Olvera would have at- 
tracted attention anywhere, not 
alone from his erect and graceful 
manner of riding, but, as well, be- 
cause of his dark and flashing eyes, 
wherein seemed to smolder the fires 
of many generations of proud ances- 
tors, who had made their power felt 
in the fair land of California. "Why 
should not his bearing be dignified 
and unyielding? Was he not the 



with the mind and heart of the dig- 
nified Don as a cat plays with a 
mouse. 

One would have thought it impos- 
sible that this mere slip of a girl, 
scarcely out of her teens, could have 
within her mind the power to cause 
the rich Don Pedro Olvera to so far 
forget his position in life as to be 
miserable; to reveal to her the side 
of his nature that none before had 
witnessed. Here was another illus- 
tration of the mysterious power of 
love; for this man loved as only a 
man of his race and time, with his 
deep nature, was capable of loving. 
He loved, and yet — the girl by his 
side made him feel the utter hope- 
lessness of his passion. In playful 
jest she had twitted him upon his 
suit of her hand, because she too 
had riches, the sole heiress of the 



Mendez lands that reached far away, 
almost from the distant mountains 
owner of vast estates in the two Cali- n the east to the sea. This remark 



fornias, which had been received 
from his grandfather direct from the 
King of Spain? To one who had 
been familiar with Don Pedro, how- 
ever, it could be noticed that he 
was on this evening not quite him- 
self. There was a sadness in his 
eyes and his head drooped, and oc- 
cassionally he would glance at his 
companion and then turn away with 
a half suppressed sigh. 

Far different in demeanor was 
Benecia Mendez, who rode by his 
side. This beautiful young Spanish 
girl was never more talkative or gay 
than she appeared on this evening, 
laughing merrily at her own sallies 
to her despairing companion, and 
evidently enjoying his discomfort, 
and amused that he answered her 



had touched his pride to the quick, 
and he pulled himself together while 
the expression of despair changed 
into stern uncompromising pride, 
and his eyes became piercing as he 
looked at the fair rider and said : 

"Is it possible that Benecia Men- 
dez would think I tell her that I love 
her only because she has wealth," 
and then continuing in a softer tone 
of voice, "I, who have loved her 
from a child with a devotion that 
can never be equaled by another. It 
is unkind for you to think so lightly 
of my love, cara mia, but I should 
have known that it meant nothing to 
you, for are you not known as the 
most cruel coquette of all the beauti- 
ful ladies of this land? And now you 

Am 



only in monosyllables. On they rode, ican sailing master, who only ten 
and the hills echoed back her laugh- days ago came into 



our 



to 



our 



ter, and her black eyes danced with 

mischief as her sharp tongue played itas. You know you do not love him, 



THE HEART OF DON OLVERA 



153 



but he has fallen a captive to your 
smiles. He will be your next victim. 
Ah, you are cruel, Benecia Mendez, 
to play thus with the hearts of men, 
and then cast them aside 



shook her soul. The girl who had 

prided herself upon the number of 
hearts she had confined only to 

who had 



had conquered 
ruthlessly put 



as mere even won the 



trifles. 



jy 



aside, 
heart 



she 
of 



Again the echoes carried down the 



the much 
sought for Don Olvera, had at last 
been compelled to surrender her love 



valley the laughter of Benecia Men- to an American whom the laws of 

her country forbade her to marry. 



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taunt 
Don, but now she noticed the tide of 
anger rising into his eyes, and be- 
coming serious, she said: 

Don Pedro, you are unjust to me 
when you accuse me of trifling with 
your love. How did I know that you 
had loved me all these years as you 
say, when today is the first time you 
told me of your love. You have held 
your heart to yourself, and permit- 
ted another to go before you, for I 
do love the Americano. I am not 
ashamed to tell you, now that you up jf 
have offered me your hand so gra- 
ciously. I can never be yours, Don 
Pedro, because I do not love you. 
I am honest enough to confess to you, 



Don Olvera was touched by the 
scene. His great love for Benecia 
Mendez came upon him like an over- 
whelming avalanche of passion, yet 
controlled by the heart and soul that 
were great, self-sacrificing and good, 
notwithstanding the haughty and 
disinterested demeanor that was his 
usual habit, he longed to help the 
weeping girl. What was his love, if 
it was not great enough for this sac- 
rifice ? He could and would give her 

it meant happiness to her. 
Yes, he would help her even to the 
extent of aiding her to escape from 
the laws that now seDarated her 



now separated 
from the object of her affections 



• 



it 



a 



But what about the 




now that you have accused me of mus t be done at once if Benecia Men- 
playing with men's hearts that I do <j e z was to be saved further pain, 
love the Gringo.' ' The ship was to sail that night. 

He rode on thoughtfully, but there 
was upon his handsome features an 
expression of high resolve that il- 
luminated his eyes with a new light 
not seen there before. The Don did 
not speak again until he assisted the 
girl to dismount in the patio of the 
Mendez home. Then drawing her 
There was no rippling laughter to toward the shelter of an overhang- 
echo from the hills now, but tears in- ing palm, he said : 
stead were coursing down the cheeks 
of Benecia Mendez. The mask of 
assumed happiness had fallen before 
the proud Don's eyes and the heart- 
less coauette was humbled before 



overnor s 

orders?" replied the Don. "Has he 
not decreed that none of our senori- 
tas shall marry an American ? He will 
refuse consent to your marriage ; the 
Gringo will sail away, and that will 
be the last of it. Then may I dare 
to give you my heart and hand?" 



him 



coquette 
at last. 



I am 



"0 Sen or," she sobbed; 
so miserable. I have only tried to be 
gay to hide from you my suffering. 

sails away on his 



He goes tonight 

■perhaps never to return, and 

-I shall not see him 



ship 



I love him, and 
again." She continued to sob quiet- 
ly; her lithe little figure trembled 
before the gusts of sad emotion that 



All is well, Benecia Mendez. I 
will help you. I will show to you 
and the world what is in the heart 
of Don Olvera. Be ready tonight at 
ten and you shall join the Americano 
on his ship." 

Benecia turned to the Don with 
amazement : 

"You will help me, Don Olvera— 
you who love me also — how can you? 
No, no, it is impossible — you are too 
reat and noble to love me, Don 
Pedro — think of the danger to your- 
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I am gone. I never knew your heart 

till now." 

Don Pedro made no comments, but 
taking the girl's soft hand in his 
large, strong ones, he replied: 



patio and into the garden hurriedly 

glided the girl, and there, true to his 

promise, was Don Olvera, waiting in 

the shadow of an oleander, smoking 

a cigarette. There were tears in her 

, , v eyes at the thought of leaving the 
Remember the hour— ten o clocK dd h but ghe betraye d no emo- 

be ready, "_ and ^^f^ }™ tion as she placed her hand in that 

-. x. i_ o t« ^ ^ e ^^ ^ proceeded with him 

along the path to the giant palms 
where horses were waiting to bear 
them away to the seashore. 

She realized the peril of their ad- 
venture when they almost rode down 
one of the Presidio guards idly doz- 
ing at the end of his beat, and in 
answer to his command to halt they 
forced their horses into a gallop and 
covered their retreat with a cloud of 
dust from their horses ' feet. The 
moon now rose in all its majesty 
behind the eastern hills, and cast 
exaggerated shadows of the two rid- 
ers across the fields. Swiftly they 
left behind them the little sleeping 
settlement of old San Diego and 



her wondering to herself at this first 
revelation to her mind of a great 
man's soul. It was many moments 
that she stood pondering over this 
remarkable event. That Don Pedro 
would risk his life, give up his love 
for her, aid her to escape the vigi- 
lance of the guards and join her 
lover upon his ship, all for her hap- 
piness, was a new phase of life for 
this girl who regarded men as mere 
toys for her amusement. It was too 
much to ask him to do for her sake, 
and yet she loved the American 
sailor, and her selfish love over- 






reached her gratitude and admira- 
tion for Don Olvera 's wonderful 
kindness. She crossed her hands 
upon her breast in an attitude of de- 
votion as she looked upward at the 
first twinkling star that had ven- 
tured forth in the gathering shades 
of evening. 

"I will wish on the star, a wish 
for you, Don Pedro, that you may 
find some one worthy of your great 
love. I do not deserve it. You give 
me all, and yet I give to you noth- 
ing in return. Gringo, I love 
you! Why did you come into my 
life to draw me so far away from 
all that I have held dear? I love 
you, and I will soon be with you — 
tonight, my Americano — and all 
through the heart of Don Pedro Ol- 
vera." 

At ten o'clock all was quiet in the 
old Mendez home, except for the 
clinking of glasses, and the rattle of 
coin as the old Sefior drank and 
played at cards with his friends in 
an inner room. Benecia opened the 
door to her room and stole quietly 
across the large hall where in the 
past she had been the favorite at the 
many fandangos that had been given 
there; out of the house, through the 



rode down the river bank in the di- 
rection of the sea. This reached, 
Benecia would have imagined her- 
self safe, but the Don was afraid, as 
he knew the coast was guarded lest 
the American sailors would come 
ashore to take away the hides piled 
near by awaiting the coming of the 
yearly hide ship. 

Now they proceeded silently 
across the marsh lands that bordered 
the harbor. Out upon the waters, 
shimmering with the silvery light 
of the moon, could be seen the masts 
and spars of a ship with its solitary 
riding light. Across the waters 
came the muffled sounds of rattling 
ropes and creaking blocks as the 
sailors made ready to take advan- 
tage of the out-going tide. As they 
neared the water's edge Benecia saw 
a row boat moored to a rock a short 
distance out upon the water. 

Her mind was a battlefield of con- 
tending emotions ; a sense of fear al- 
most overpowered her, while sadness 
and regret for her rash decision 
would have caused her to falter and 



to turn back had it not been for the 
gentle yet determined manner of her 
companion, who spoke not, but lifted 
her into the rocking boat, and seiz- 
ing the oars, rowed rapidly away 
toward the tall ship whose sails, now 
bent, were beginning to fill with the 
rising night breeze. 

Seated in the stern of the boat 



Thank God!" was the master's 
reply. "I, too, thought it was too 
late. I tried to reach you this even- 
ing, but the guards prevented my ap- 
proach to shore." 
^ The master ascended with his pre- 
cious burden and depositing her 
safely upon the ship's deck he 
turned to thank Don Olvera. In the 
Benecia faced her benefactor, whose excitement of the moment and in 
strong and handsome countenance the transport of their joy at being 



seemed, in the flood of silver light, 
like a chaste bit of statuary done in 
gray marble. Through his com- 
pressed lips there came occasionally 
an inquiry as to her comfort, and the 
suggestion to wrap herself in his 
great coat for protection from the 
dampness of the air. 

Benecia longed to say something 
to the Don, to give him some word 
of gratitude, and perhaps to ease his 
troubled heart with a promise of her 
undying remembrance of his brave 
act, but each time she ventured to 
speak she would catch sight of the 
grave features of the rower, and the 
words would not pass her lips. 

Now the little boat was nearin 
the ship's side. The song of the sail- 
ors floated over the gunwales as they 
plodded around the capstan in their 
efforts to heave the anchor. Sudden- 
ly Benecia gave a cry and stretched 
out her arms toward a figure that 
stood leaning over the bulwarks eye- 
ing the approaching boat critically. 

"It is I, John, it is I! Benecia, 
who has come to you at last!" rang 
out her clear voice across the short 
intervening space of water, and the 
figure on deck hurriedly passed too 
and fro and caused the ladder to be 
dropped over the ship's side. 



again united they had forgotten the 
presence of the Don, and now when 
they sought him he was gone. The 
little boat was coursing at high speed 
toward the shore, rowed by the 
strong arms of him who had just 
completed this act of self-abnegation. 
"Don Olvera, Don Olvera," cried 
the girl. "Come back to me! 
come back!" 



Oh, 



The little boat grew smaller as it 
neared the shore, for the Don rowed 
on unheeding the call. For an in- 
stant, as the two lovers stood with 
arms entwined watching the boat, it 
became silhouetted in the moonlight, 
and the girl could see the severe 
lines of the Don's ashen countenance 
giving the ship a farewell glance, 
then the small craft disappeared 
from view beneath the shadows of 
the hills. 

Benecia buried her face upon her 
lover's breast as her pent up soul 
gave way to the grief that shook her 
body. It was the reaction from the 
agony of suspense and the dreadful 
excitement through which she had 
passed. The master held her close 
and with comforting words soothed 
her troubled spirit. 

Do not weep, sweetheart mine. 
We will go to the quarters, and Mis- 



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As the master swung himself down tress Peck, the wife of the first mate, 



will care for you and show you the 
stateroom that is to be yours until 
we reach Acapulco, and there. God 



the ladder and, resting himself on 
the bottom rung, reached out with 

one arm and received from Don 01- _ t 

vera the quivering form of his be- willing, we will find my friend, good 

Father Alverez, who will join us.' 

Benecia raised her tear stained 
cheek and looked longingly toward 



trothed, she said: 

"We thought it hopeless, John, 
but our good friend here, Don Pedro 



Olvera, has saved our happiness at the shore. The ship was moving 

slowly under the soft impulses or the 












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heart, she said: 

"John, it was his love for me that 
united us again. Can you under- 
stand it? He loved me enough to 
give me up — to make me happy. It 
was the great heart of Don dlvera." 

Tears have passed and it is a com- 
mon subject of remark and inquiry 
among the ambitious dames and 
pretty seiioritas of old San Diego, 
why the rich and handsome Don 01- 
vera does not take unto himself a 
wife. He has become a leading man 
among his people; his name is re- 
nowned in Alta California. He is 
known as the good and silent Don, 
for rarely does he speak and his 



pression of kindly benevolence. 

The residents of the little town be- 
low the Presidio do not dream that 
he gave his heart to the pretty Ben- 
ecia Mendez who scandalized her 
family by eloping with an American 
sailing master, nor do they see the 
vision that often comes to the old 
Don — moonlight on San Diego's 
placid waters, a girl, a boat, a ship, 
a man, a return to the little town in 
the cold gray light of the morning, 
to live ever after in the cold gray 
light of a lost love. This is the se- 
cret that the populace does not know 
and one the lives alone in the heart 
of Don Olvera. 



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The Song in the Heart 

By CHARLES L. FRAZER 

I may toil among the weavers and only hear the loom ; 
I may walk amidst the gardens and never smell their 

bloom ; 
I may dwell upon the mountain and never hear the 

song 
Of the wind among the branches as it croons its way 

along. 

I may front the swelling ocean and never feel the 

throb 
Of its great heart, ever beating, nor hear the moan 

and sob 
Of the wavelets softly lapping upon the sedgy dune, 
Nor can I catch the music if the heart is out of tune. 



I may dwell among the toilers and hear a gladsome 



song 



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&lon g ; 

I may pluck the sweetest blossoms from the fenland 
and the moor, 

I may hear the voice of angels in the hamlets of the 
poor. 



I may face the hot, gray desert and see in every clod, 
And in its weird mirages, the imagery of God. 
I may dwell within the city beside the roaring mart, 
And hear the sweetest music, if the song is in the 
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Passing of Another Hermit Kingdom 



By OZMUN WEST 




NE of the most romantic- 
ally aged and mysterious 
regions of the Far East, 
Tibet, has once more been 
brought into the lime- 



light through the entry into Lhasa monasteries, 

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since the time of Padme Sambhara, 
the "Lotus Born," the founder of the 
mystic faith of Lamaism, must give 
way to twentieth century ideas and 
notions. The consternation in the 

where 



500,000 Lamas 
have lived in seclusion, can better be 
imagined than described. 

Between India and China, Tibet 
forms, as almost every one knows, a 
formidable mountainous barricade 
" Lama vast as the sea," fled through which constitutes the most elevated 



of 2500 Chinese troops, and the sub- 
sequent slaughtering of the indiffer- 
ently armed Tibetan soldiers. 

When the Chinese forces entered 
the Sacred City, the Dalai Lama, the 



the rear of the palace enclosure out 
into the snow-clad passes of the Him- 
alayas and down into British India, 
leaving the land of impenetrable 
mystery to its own resources. 

The Dalai Lama does not intend 
to appeal to the Indian government; 
his motive in going to India, instead 
of proceeding to Western libet 
where he would be perfectly safe, is 

because this way offers the shortest Bernese Alps, and in front of this 

platform, above the center of Gobi. 

rises a new chain of 7000 meters, the 
famous Kuen-Lun. An idea of this 



projection of the earth's crust. It is, 
in a way, the backbone of the planet. 
Directly above the plains of India 
rise the majestic Himalayas, more 
than 8000 meters high (a meter 
equals 39.37 inches) ; then on top of 
this gigantic bastion is Tibet proper, 
an immense plateau perched at the 
height of the Jungfrau, dotted with 
crests as high in themselves as the 



way to Pekin, where he personally 
can lay his grievances before the 



Chinese throne. 

The beginning of the end came 
when Colonel Tounghusband, with a 
British column, invaded the sacred 
precincts of Tibet and wrested from 
the hermit country certain conces- 



formidable relief may be obtained by 
thinking of the highest peaks of the 
Pyrenees crowning the summit of 
Mont Blanc. And this enormous pro- 
tuberance of the globe covers a ter- 



sions in the matter of trade and in- ^itory three times as large as France. 



ternational relations. The veil once 
having been removed and the tradi- 
tions of centuries broken, this land 
of Arabian Nights was at the mercy 
of the exploiter and promoter. The 
Dalai Lama himself, throwing aside 
the mystery that surrounded him, 
went on a tour through China, and 



With the exception of the polar 
zones no part of the world has pre- 
sented such a blank on our maps. 
The greater part of Tibet is less 
known to us than the face of the 
moon. This is because of the diffi- 
culty of obtaining access to those 
colossal mountains, a difficulty aug- 



the sacredness of his office was no mented by the inhabitants. 



more. 

Since that time China has regard- 
ed Tibet as a part of her vast em- 
pire, and has been determined to 
rule there as she saw fit. The inva- 
sion of Lhasa by the imperial troops 
undoubtedly means the opening of 
the country to civilization. Customs 
and superstitions that have existed 



Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, the 
center of the Buddhist priesthood, 
the residence of the reigning pontiff 
of this powerful religion, is forbid- 
den to strangers. For 60 years no 
European had succeeded in pene- 
trating to Lhasa. In vain the most 
hardy explorers, Boubalot, Little- 
dale, Sven Hedin. tried to enter this 
























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Asiatic Rome. Arriving, after a 
thousand perils, at a few miles from 
their goal, they were always forced 
to retreat by 'the Tibetan guards. 
Once in 1903-1904 the mystery which 
enveloped Lhasa was rudely broken 
by the arrival of a little English 

After awhile the British 
departed and Tibet was closed 
to strangers more hermetically than 
ever. But that expedition and the 
subsequent events, especially the re- 
markable travels of Dr. Hedin, mark 
an epoch in the history of Tibet. 
Another "Hermit Kingdom' ' has 
ceased to be, and the old order of 
things has received a blow from 
which it can never recover. 

At this time, it is interesting to 
look back to the origin of that great 
system of charlatanry which has 

in bondasre for so 



charlatanry 
ountry 



manv centuries. 

Before the Tibetans knew any- 
thing of Buddhism or admitted the 
suzerainty of China, they were war- 
like savages, ignorant of writing, di- 
vided into small clans which were 
continually quarreling. Chinese 
chronicles of 400 to 600 A. D. call 
them "ferocious barbarian shep- 
herds." The origin they proudly 
claim for themselves seems a crude 
anticipation of Darwinism. Their 
first parent was a monkey who 
crossed the Himalayas and married 
a she-devil of the mountains. The 
progeny of this pair ate some magi- 
cal grain which was given them by 
the Compassionate Spirit of the 
Mountains, in consequence of which 
their hair and tails grew shorter and 
finally disappeared; they began to 
speak and discovered the use of 
clothes. 

Their first emergence into definite 
history was in the seventh century, 
when they overran Upper Burma 
and Western China and in 640 A. D. 
forced the Chinese emperor to make 

of the terms of the 



By 

the 



one 



peace. 

treaty the young King of Tibet, 
Srongtsan Gampo, received a daugh- 
ter of the Emperor in marriage. 



This princess was an ardent Budd- 
hist, as was also another of the 
King's wives, a Nepalese; and the 
two soon made him a zealous con- 
vert. He lavishly patronized the re- 
ligion and sent for Buddhist priests 
from India by whom the Tibetan lan- 
guage was reduced to writing in the 
Indian alphabet, which is still in use. 

The new religion, forced on the 
people by the King to please his 
favorite wives, proved a disastrous 
parasitic disease which has ever since 
drained the vitality of the nation. 

The form of Buddhism which was 
introduced was already very corrupt, 
and it speedily degenerated into 
mere devil-worship. Its priests, the 
Lamas, throve under the royal pat- 
ronage, and, after coming out suc- 
cessful in a struggle for ascendancy 
with the aristocracy, made the kings 

assumed 



mere puppets and finally 
the crown themselves. The 



first 



priest-king was the head of the red- 
cap faction and was made king in 
1252 by the Mongol Emperor of 
China, Kublai Khan, son of Genghis, 
who himself became a convert to 
Lamaism. The red-cap pontiffs con- 
tinued to hold the throne until 1641. 
In this year there was an invasion of 
nomad Tartar tribes ; the high priest 
of the rival order of the yellow-caps, 
taking advantage of the incompe- 
tency of the reigning pontiff, per- 
suaded the Tartars to dethrone the 



red-cap 
throne. 



and raise himself to the 



This man, Lozang, the most 
striking personality in Tibetan his- 
tory, became the first Dalai Lama of 
Lhasa, the word Da-lai, or Ta-le, be- 
ing the Mongolian rendering of his 
priestly name, which meant "vast as 
the sea." 

It seems to have been Lozang who, 
in order to strengthen his position, 
invented the stories of his divine 



and 



origin 

He contrived 



supernatural 
this 



by 



ancestry, 
enlarging 

stories already current in Tibet. Lo- 
zang was the fifth chief -abbot of the 
new yellow-capped order of Lamas. 
Each abbot was supposed to be 



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the immediate reincarnation of his 
predecessor. Lozang now asserted 
that both he and his predecessors 
were reincarnations of the most pop- 
ular and powerful of the old kings 
of Tibet, Srongtsan Gampo, and that 
this King was himself a reincarnation 



his pretensions to divinity, Lozang 
abdicated in 1670. His death was 
followed by a long period of intrigue 
and disorder which led in 1717 to an 



invasion of Tibet by the Emperor 
Kang-hi, who set up a young Dalai 

. x o, . . . Lama, but curtailed his power, ap- 

of the Compassionate Spirit of the pointing a Chinese as 
Mountains, who had given the earli- 



est inhabitants of Tibet the magic 
food which changed them from mon- 
keys into men. This Compassionate 
Spirit was identified with the most 
popular deity of the Northern Budd- 
hists, Avalokitesvara, the "Buddha 



of Mercy" (equivalent to the Japa- 
nese Kwannon, the Tibetan Chan- 
razi), who was supposed to have re- 
nounced his right to enter Nirvana 
in order to be available from Heaven 
to assist men. 

To complete this convincing chain 
of proof, Lozang, like Joseph Smith, 
-'discovered" a book of "revela- 
tions," in which all these important 
facts were set forth and which was 



regent and 
two Chinese political residents (Am- 
bans) at Lhasa. 

Thirty years later, a massacre of 
Chinese caused the great Emperor 
Kien-lung to send another punitive 
expedition to Lhasa; in consequence 
of which the influence of the Ambans 
was greatly increased; they became 
the power behind the throne, eclip- 
sing the Eegent ; and they even regu- 
lated the selection of Dalai Lamas. 

From this time began the policy 
of assassinating the "divine" pup- 
pet, in order to appoint again a new- 
born infant and prolong the office 
of the Regent, working in collusion 
with the Ambans. No sooner did the 
Dalai Lama reach the age of major- 



attributed to King Srongtsan, who ity, eighteen, than he mysteriously 



had died a thousand years before. 
Lamas of rival sects who refused to 
accept the story were put to death 
and their monasteries confiscated for 
the benefit of the yellow-cap order. 
The Jesuit Grueber, who visited 
Lhasa about 1656, called Lozang 
"that devilish God-the-Father who 
put to death such as refuse to adore 
him." 

The only person who was permit- 
ted to share any of this divine pres- 
tige was the abbot of the second 



was 
largest 
of Shi 



yellow-cap monastery, that 
atse, the western capital of 
Tibet, also called Tashi-Lumpo, from 
which name this Driest became 




known 
Lama. 



priest 
as the Tashi 



name I 

to Europeans 

He was alleged to be an in 
carnation of the fictitious Buddha 
Amitabha (' 



perished; at this age died the three 
predecessors of the present Lama, 
and the one before these met his 
death at eleven. 

The present incumbent, who was 
born in 1876, has been permitted to 
escape this fate, owing to new politi- 
cal circumstances. A national party 
had arisen, which combats the Chi- 
nese influence. When the Dalai 
reached the age of eighteen, this par- 
ty carried out a coup d' etat against 
the Eegent, who was imprisoned in 
a monastery, where he soon died. 
The Dalai assumed sovereign power 
and deprived the Ambans of^ all 
share in the government. China's 
loss of prestige through the war with 
Japan and the Boxer rising assisted 
to reduce her influence in Tibet and 



Boundless Light") to increase the aspirations of the 
which the depraved imaginations of 
the later Buddhists had created out 



patriotic party. 



On his escape from Chinese tute- 
of one of the epithets of the histor- i a g e , the young Dalai was induced, 
ical Buddha. by his favorite tutor, the Lama Dor- 

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the hands of Russia. Always sur- 
rounded by ignorant and scheming 
advisers, to whom he was an easy 
prey on account of his own ignor- 
ance of the world outside of Tibet, 
his contemptuous rejection of Brit- 
ish communications and the depreda- 
tions he sanctioned on the frontiers 
led to the expedition which occupied 
Lhasa in 1904. The priest-king fled 
to escape the desecrating hands of 
foreigners and for four years lived 
in China, traveling about by easy 
stages. He returned to Tibet a year 
ago this month, shorn of some of the 
superstitious reverence that had been 
attached to his person. 

His position after his return to 
Lhasa was far from easy. He quar- 
reled frequently with the Chinese 
Amban, or resident administrator. 
The Amban finally caused an edict 
to be issued at Pekin accusing the 
Dalai Lama of disobedience, in- 
trigue, and refusal to pay tribute, 
and characterizing him as one of the 



worst Lamas ever known. A little 
army of Chinese soldiers was or- 
dered from the frontier of Szechuan 
to the capital of Tibet, where they 
defeated the " Golden Soldiers" of 
the Dalai Lama, who fled from his 
palace, and, pursued by the Chinese, 
made for the Indian frontier. He 
reached Darjeeling safely, and from 
there he went to Calcutta. As al- 
ready stated it is possible that he 
may go to Pekin to lay his grievances 
before the Chinese government. 

In the Far East after anything re- 
markable has happened, it often oc- 
curs that a prophecy is unearthed 
which previously had not attracted 
any particular notice. As long ago 
as 1866, ten years before the present 
Dalai Lama was born, the Indian 
trans-frontier surveyor, Nain Singh, 
recorded that it was then a popular 
saying in Lhasa that the Dalai Lama 
would transmigrate only thirteen 
times. The present Dalai Lama is 
the thirteenth. 



Saddle Song 

By Lucien B. Stivers 



Up and away while the gray dawn is breaking— 
The face of the prairie is wet with the dew — 

While gray goose and heron to daylight awaking 
Wheel into line in the depths of the blue ! 



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Up and away ! Douce the campfire and bury it. 

Stir up the bunch. They have browsed long enough 
Ho, my good men-at-arms, Knights of the Lariat, 

West is the word, be the way smooth or rough ! 



Up and away! Lo, the mountains are calling! 

Far to the westward their dim ridges rise, 
And, with the purple rays soft on them falling, 

Seem to be mocking the peaks in the skies. 



Swing to the saddle! The herd is in motion. 

Yonder we win ere the close of the day. 
Out to the depths of this wide inland ocean- 



West ! 



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A Campfire Symposium 

By CAPTAIN ALLEN KELLY 




PEAKING of bears, Joe," 
said one of a party of 
hunters sitting around a 
campfire at old Fort Te- 



had more 
bears than 



j on, old Ari Hopper has 
queer experiences with 
anybody. He has given 
up hunting now, but he used to be 
the greatest bear-killer in the moun- 
tains. Ari has a voice like a steam 

the effects of drinking a 



fog horn 

bottle of lye one night by mistake 
for something else — and when he 
speaks in an ordinary tone you can 
hear him several blocks away. You 
can always tell when Ari comes to 
town as soon as he strikes the black- 
smith 's shop up at the cross-roads 
and says 'Holloa' to the 'smith. Ari 
was out on the Alamo mountain one 
day and got treed by a big black 
bear 



a 



Alamo 



terrupted Dad. "There ain't noth- 
ing but grizzlies and cinnamons over 
there. I was over there once — " 



Hold 



on, Dad, it's my turn yet. 
You never heard of a grizzly climb- 
ing a tree, did you?" 

"Oh, well, if you've got to have 
your bear go up a tree, all right. 
We'll call it a black bear. 



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thing goes. 

"The bear treed Ari, 



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the other, "and just climbed up af- 
ter him in a hurry. Ari went up as 
high as he could and then shinnied 
out on a long limb. The bear fol- 
lowed, and Ari kept inching out un- 
til he got as far as he dared trust 
his weight. The bear was climbing 
out after him and the limb was bend- 
ing too much for safety, when Ari 
yelled at the bear: 'Go back, you 

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and kill both of us. 

your cussed neck, goldarn ye?' 

Well, sir, that bear stopped, 
looked at Ari, and then down to the 
ground, and then he just backed 



along the limb to the trunk, slid 
down and lit out for the brush.' Ari 
swears that the bear understood him. 
Bears have a heap of sabe, but I'm 
inclined to think that it was Ari's 
stentorian roar that scared him 
away. ' ' 

"That's one of Ari's fairy tales," 
said Joe. "Let Ari tell it, and he 
has had more bear fights and killed 
more grizzlies than anybody, but the 
fact is that his brother-in-law, Jim 
Freer, did all the killing. You never 
heard of Ari going bear hunting 
without Jim. When they'd find any 
bears, Ari would go up a tree and 
Jim would stand his ground and do 
up the bear. Jim never gets excited 
in a scrimmage, and he's a dead shot. 
He'll stand in his tracks and wait 
for a bear, and when the brute gets 
near him he'll raise his rifle as stead- 
ily as though he were at a turkey 
shoot and put the bullet in the ex- 
act spot every time. If that had 
been the piebald grizzly of the Piru 
that treed Ari, he wouldn't have 
scared him out of the tree." 

"What's the piebald grizzly?" 
inquired Dad in an incredulous tone. 
"I never heard of no such bear as 



Besides, that." 



"Oh, you needn't think I'm lying. 
I wouldn't lie about bears." 



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Well, that's different. I never 
knew a hunter or any chap that likes 
a gun and a tramp in the mountains 
who wouldn't lie about a deer except 
Jim Bowers. He doesn't lie worth a 
cent. Why, Bowers will go out after 
venison, come back without a darned 
thing, and then tell how many deer 
he shot at and missed. I've known 
him to miss a sleeping deer at thirty 
yards and come into camp and tell 
all about it. When I do a thing like 
that I come back and lie about it. I 
swear I haven't seen a deer all day 

long. ' ' 

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think of any way of getting out, and 

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wasn 't nobody 

Dad yelled for about an hour 
and then quit. After awhile he 
heard something coming, and think- 
ing it might be a neighbor riding 
along the trail, he shouted again. 
Peering out between the logs he saw 
two bears in the moonlight making 
straight for the trap, and he stopped 
his noise. The bears came up, 
sniffed all around, smelt Dad and the 
bait and began clawing at the logs to 
get inside. Then Dad was sorry he 
hadn't built the trap stronger and 
used heavier logs. He tried to scare 
the bears by yelling, but the more he 
yelled the harder they dug to get at 
him, and it wasn't long before he 
heard a mountain lion answering his 
shout and coming nearer every min- 
ute. The lion came down off the 
mountain, jumped on top of the trap 
and began tearing at the logs up 
there. He got his paw down through 
the trigger hole, and Dad had to go 
to the other end of the trap to keep 
out of reach. Then the bears got the 
logs torn so that they could reach in 
between them in two or three places, 
and they kept Dad on the jump in- 
side. Before morning there was an- 
other lion and three more bears at 



"Dad said he pulled up one of the 
floor logs and began to dig with his 
knife and hands. He sunk a hole 
two or three feet deep and then run 
a drift under the trap to a big hol- 
low tree that stood just behind it. 
While the bears were digging in. 
Dad was digging out. He struck the 
root of a tree with his tunnel and 
made an upraise to the inside of the 
trunk. He climbed up about ten feet 
and struck into a mass of honey and 
comb, and crawled through that to a 
hole about fifty feet from the 
ground, where he could look out. 
Just about that time the bears and 
the lions broke into the trap and be- 
gan to fight over the bait. The growl- 
ing and yelling were fearful, and the 
air was full of flying fur, bark and 
chips. While Dad was watching the 
fight he heard a great scratching and 
scrambling in the tree beneath him, 
and he knew that one of the bears 
had caught the scent of the honey 
and was following it through his 
drift and upraise. Dad crawled out 
through the bee hole, slid down the 
tree and lit out for home. When he 
came back with his boys and neigh- 
bors he found the trap chock full of 
dead bears and lions. He cut down 
the bee tree, killed the bear that was 
inside and got half a ton of fine 



work on the Dad-trap, and they'd w u j} 

have got him by noon that next day honey. That's the way Dad tells it. ^ 

if a party of hunters hadn't come 



along and scared them away. These 
are the facts, but Dad used to tell it 
differently. 



I never told no such dogdurned 
lie as that since I was born," snorted 
Dad, "and my boys got me out with 
a crow-bar." 



Not The Fulfillment 

By JESSIE DAVIES WILLDY 

Not the fulfillment, which our eager striving sought, 
Bears pleasure keen as that of triumphs almost gained ; 
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HE LUEE of Los Angeles is, first of 
all, the lure of the blue skies and 
golden weather, which is to say that 
climate is its greatest asset. How 

much money do you suppose New 

York or Philadelphia or Minneapolis or any 
other ambitious city in America would be will- 
ing to pay for a climate such as Los Angeles 
enjoys the whole year round— in " ~~ xl " 
same as June? Well, there you have tne wuuie 
thing in a nutshell. ' ' All that Los Angeles has 
is climate ' ' sometimes says the grouchy stranger 



January 



within 



fails to find twenty dollar gold pieces growing 
on the trees. He is certainly wrong in saying 
that Los Angeles has nothing but climate. But 
even if the statement were true Los Angeles 
would have all she needs. Her climate is a 

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means dollars and cents to the people who live 
and work where that climate it. It is all very 
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kotas, the corn crop of Iowa, or the cotton crop 
of Dixie — the tourist crop of California pays 
larger dividends than any of them. 

Primarily, therefore, the lure of Los Angeles 
is its climate. That's what brings people here 
in the first place. It is the thing that makes 
them want to remain after they have come and 
that urges them to send for all their folks in 
the far away places to come also, and to remain. 
When a man or woman has spent half a life- 
time or more in a fight against the weather 
wading through snow and slush and hail in 
winter, and hiding in cellars from the withering 
heat of summer — and then learns that there is 
a place in the world right in their own country, 
under the same starry flag, where the weather 
is always the same as the weather is said to be 
in Heaven, it is a moral certainty that those 
people will pack up and pull for that place and 
stay there till they die, if they can in any way 
raise the price of railroad tickets. 

It is not to be wondered at, in view of all this, 
that Los Angeles has shown the greatest in- 
crease of population of any city in America dur- 
ing the past decade and that she is giving every 

indication that she is destined to become the 

largest city on the West Coast of the Americas, 

and one of the greatest cities in the whole 

world. She has become a great manufacturing 

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and sail meet; back of her stands the richest 
and most productive stretch of agricultural and 

country on earth. It is foolish to say 



mineral country on earth. 
Los Angeles hasn't anything except climate. 
It has everything that any other place would 
want to have, and lots beside. 

Is it any wonder, then, that men have here 
builded between the mountains and the great 
waters a city that rises among the cities of the 
globe so strong, so fair and so beautiful as to 
lure to its gates the ships of the seven seas and 
the caravans from the world's four corners? 
it any wonder that its roof -trees are springing 
up like magic and that the faces of the wan- 
derers of the world are seen in ever increasing 
throngs upon its shining highways? Its gates 
are the gates of welcome and its harbor is the 
Port o' Heart's Desire. 

Happy in its own blessings, it is no more than 
natural that Los Angeles should have developed 



that spirit of progress which is t 
der of the world. Grateful to 



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Father for blue skies and perfect weather, for 



glory 



shown 



tude in no better way than by doing something 
for themselves. So, they built a harbor; they 
are bringing from the heart of the Sierra Ne- 
vadas, 240 miles away, a river with its ceaseless 
flow of living waters. They might have been 






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lived before. There is room for mil- 
lions between the mountains and the sea in Los 
Angeles. To make it possible for those millions, 
when they come, to eat and drink, was the prob- 
lem. But it is a problem that has been already 
solved. 

Whatever it is that a man desires, it seems 
that he need only answer the lure of Los An- 
geles to have his desire gratified. There is no 
more favorable location for the amassment of 
wealth, because Los Angeles occupies a strat- 
egic position as far as commerce is concerned. 
She is the metropolis of the Great Southwest 
with its vast areas of land, its mines and farms. 
She commands the commerce of the whole West 
Coast southward as far as The Horn. Yet if 
a man care nothing for wealth— and it may be 
that in not caring he is wise — here is peace for 
him ; he can be happy though poor. 

The lure of Los Angeles is the lure of blue 
skies and golden days of sun and shine, of sea 



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pled dusk, of peaks that gleam in glory, 
flame of flowers, the wild bird's song, long 
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By JAMES MAIN DIXON 



REFERENCE in the Sep- 
tember number of the 



to a friend 's 
have puzzled 
readers. I 
"Cava- 



rfl ....... 

K^ A story may 

some of my 
spoke of Hamlin Garland's 
nagh" as of something already 
handled in the Rays. The fact is 
the copy in some mysterious way 
was lost. The novel is an excellent 
depiction of a forest-ranger's life in 
the Far West — a live subject just at 
present. The heroine, Virginia, Lee, 
is a good study; from a simple love 
story a wider panorama is gradually 
unfolded. The more eager among 
my readers will devour the book at 
a sitting. 



Five years ago when spending the 
summer at Berkeley, I visited Santa 
Rosa, and got on the tracks of Lau- 
rence Oliphant, that gifted traveler 
and writer. He is to be touched from 
various sides. Attached to the mis- 
sion of Lord Elgin to Japan in 1861, 
he saw and has recorded much that 
was strange and exciting in the coun- 
try during that transition period. 
Then he was in the thick of the Cri- 
mean and Franco-Prussian wars, as 
a special correspondent of the Lon- 
don Times. In the midst of his ac- 
tivities in London, and when about 
to enter Parliament, he came under 
the spell of a "prophet" called 
Thomas Lake Harris. Harris found- 
ed a socialistic community at Broc- 
ton on the shores of Lake Erie, which 
was later transferred to our Santa 



Another link broken with the 
early Victorian period! When Ten- 
nyson was writing his "In Memor- Rosa. The prophet promised unend- 
iam" there was intense interest in 
the scientific world over the prom- 
ised appearance of another planet. 
His friend, John Couch Adams, of 
Cambridge University, declared that 
indications in the heavens pointed to 
the presence of another planet near 
Uranus. Leverrier in France said 
the same thing just a little later, 
from independent calculations — thus 
"wresting its secret from the latest 
star. 

through the telescope upon this new 
luminary was Johann Gottfried 
Galle, observator of the Sternwarte 
in Berlin. It "floated into his ken" 



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But the first man who gazed 



on the night of September 23, 1846. 
And now he is dead at Potsdam at 
the advanced age of ninety-eight. 



ing life if the votary could learn the 
rhythm of the universe, by an in- 
volved esoteric process. He wrote 
poetry voluminously, which was only 
appreciated by the elect. Laurence 
was joined out here by his wife, an 
accomplished woman, and his good 
mother, Lady Oliphant, whose grave 
is at Cloverdale in the same valley. 
All three finally broke with Harris, 
and the story of the disillusionment 
is to be found in "Massolam," a 
novel published in three volumes in 
1886, but now out of print and hard 
to get. 

Harris was born in 1823, and when 
I visited the community at Fountain- 
grove in 1905 his age would have 




dead 



82. They denied that he was 
-he claimed to be immortal 
like Dowie ; he was reported to me as 
living quietly in New York. And 
yet he had been in the grave for sev- 
eral months, for I now learn that he 
died in March of that very year. 
The State library at Sacramento is 
trying to get hold of a copy of "Mas- 
sollam," and then I shall be able to 
work up the whole Oliphant-Harris 
story. One of Harris's chief assist- 
ants was a Japanese samurai from 



there is a silly Jenny." On the 

whole, as the men of a nation so are 
the women, and vice versa. And I 
believe this judgment to be thor- 
oughly true of Japan. That Japa- 
nese women have any real moral su- 
periority to the men does not appeal 
to me as a truth. They are gentle, 
self-effacing— a wonderful recom- 
mendation to a self-assertive Euro- 
pean or American— and kindly; but 
in every ease there is an offset in the 
qualities of the Japanese men. It is 



Kmshu and several of his nationals simply another of Hearn's illusions 

are still attached tn +h* /,Aww„,«u,r t>„ + —i^a „ i T - T1 . , muwuub ' 

out what noble illusions he gave us 



are still attached to the community, 
where his second wife now resides. 

The late Lafcadio Hearn was a 
pure sentimentalist; he saw and 
judged things through a haze or at- 
mospheric illusion. At one time in 
love with everything Japanese, he 
gave up his own nationality and be- 
came a Japanese subject. In the 
University at Tokyo he took up my 
work, and was supposed to teach lit- 
erature; but not having been trained 
for the duties, and lacking the strain 
of reality so necessary in a teacher, 
he was from the outset — so I was in- 
formed on the best authority— a 
great disappointment. Nor was he 
approachable to his students; and 
he certainly failed to make his mark 
as a college professor. The Oriental 
illusion began to fade and he finally 
became wholly out of patience with 
his new compatriots. So much so, 
that in one of his letters to my old 
colleague, Basil Hall Chamberlain, 
he could declare that, "The mission- 
aries are right who declare the Japa- 
nese to be without honor, without 
gratitude, and without brains, ex- 
cepting, of course, the women of Ja- 
pan, who are. well, who are not Japa- 
nese; they remain angels. 



of Japanese life! Efface the quan 
turn of pure Hearnism, and there re- 
mains excellent truth behind. 

I have in my hands a book just 
from the press in Japan, a transla- 
tion. It is termed "My New Gos- 
pel." and gives the theology of a 
new Buddha-Christ, named Miya- 
zaki, who may be seen in the streets 
and on the roadways of the island 
empire preaching his tenets. He 
wears a frock coat, over which is a 
sleeveless haori, or loose, light over- 
coat. This bears on the back, be- 
tween the shoulders, where the old 
samurai cognizance used to be, the 
characters in Japanese, Buddha- 
Christ. Miyazaki talks of coming to 
this country to preach his gospel. 
There is not much in the book be- 
yond an assertion of his divine self- 
consciousness. His followers are but 
few as yet. 

There is a leading novelist today 
in whose career I am specially inter- 
ested. For several vears when I was 

if 

attached to Washington University 
in St. Louis as professor of English, 
many of my students came up from 
the preparatory school known as 
Smith Academy. The tradition, by 
This dictum was a curious return the way, seems to have become a 
to the finding of the trade-port mer- thing of the past, for this year, I be- 
chant folk, who are wont to regard lieve, notwithstanding the magnifi- 
cent new buildings and campus of 
the University, not a single Smith 



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the women of Japan as "so superior 
to the men. " Now we have in Scot- 



land 



an old 



adage which 



declares Academy student took his freshman 












that "wherever there is a silly Jock year there. 






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One of the boys who did not come 
up to the University from Smith 
Academy some twenty years ago was 
Winston Churchill; he went east to 
Annapolis. So I did not make his 
acquaintance, although his relatives 
and friends, who appear under dif- 
ferent names in "The Crisis," were 
well known to us. He is now the 
author of over half a dozen novels 
of solid merit, and his popularity is 
growing. These novels, all marked 
by an initial C, down to the last, "A 
Modern Chronicle/' are most of them 
histories of a period in American 
story, rather than novels properly 
so called; and so they are in the 
genuine English style, coming down 
to us from Fielding and Thackeray. 
Colonial times and Revolutionary 
times, the Civil War period and New 
England politics after the war, all 
are handled powerfully and effec- 
tively, although hardly with genius. 
Probably not until Jethro Bass m 

did Churchill give us a 
And his women were 



Coniston, 
real creation. 



particularly conventional. 

This statement is not true of his 
last story, "A Modern Chronicle," 
in which the leading character is an 
up-to-date woman, who is addicted 
to the divorce habit. Honora Lef- 
fingwell is a real woman, with a mind 
of her own; who is grimly deter- 
mined to be appreciated and refuses 
to be effaced in a suburban flat. The 
tale is very modern, realistic and ab- 
sorbing. 

In his recently published * ' Sketch- 
es and Snapshots," George W. E. 
Russell, who certainly knew Glad- 
stone well, and was, indeed, in one 
of his cabinets, sketches for us some 
of the salient characteristics of that 
great personality. He remarks on 
his love of power, which he hungered 
for. that he might use it for the pur- 



poses dear to him. A Conservative 
in religion, he was by every instinct 
a Conservative also in politics, and 
yielded to change very unwillingly, 
carried on to it by his conscientious 
conclusions. Only the plainest proof 
that existing institutions were harm- 
ful would induce him to set to work 
to reform them. He had an almost 
superstitious devotion to the British 
throne ; and held the House of Lords 
in high respect, ''attaching to the 
possession of rank and what it brings 
with it an exaggerated importance/' 
This is not the American conception 
of the great Liberal statesman; but 
it comes close to the truth. The 
Gladstone seen through our Ameri- 
can spectacles bears perhaps a faint 
resemblance to the truth. 

In these days when our youth go 
yearly across to old Oxford as 
Rhodes scholars, it is well to keep in 
touch with the venerable institution. 



logue 



of us at school read tne pro- 
at least to the Canterbury 
Tales ; and Mr. Hulton has just giv- 
en us a book which he terms "The 
Clerk of Oxford in Fiction. " Begin- 
ning with Chaucer's type he carries 
us down through English writers to 
the present century. One of the 
rattling songs he quotes is from the 
pen of a man who became later a 
church dignitary, Dean Hole of 

Rochester : 

"0, the days we read those musty 

books, a short time ago, 
Were certainly the seediest a man 



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lass, we kissed no lass, 
our hacks grew fat and sleek; 

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them twice a week. 
We rose up early in the morn, we sat 

up late at e'en, 
And naught but horrid lexicons 

could anywhere be seen." 





The Great Southwest 



Concerning 




and Prosperity 



New Mexico-A New State 



B ARTHUR R. HINTON 



[NNEXED by conquest, 

ceded by the treaty of 
Guadalupe Hidalgo in 
1848, with a population 
exceeding all the newly 
acquired territory except California, 
New Mexico has always been loyal 
to the United States, and for just 
60 years has been an applicant for 
statehood. Today, with 300,000 pop- 
ulation, more than any territory ex- 
cept Utah at admission, New Mexico 
will enter the 



ress 



is English, and despite the prog 
of education that has spread the 
knowledge of English among the na- 
tives. 

Spanish today is used equally with 
English in all official business. Legal 
documents may be in either tongue. 
The laws are printed both in English 
and Spanish, so are the ballots at 
elections. In the minor courts pro- 
ceedings may be wholly in either 
language; in the District and Su 



Union through the preme courts interpreters translate 



door just opened by Congress, hand 
in hand with Arizona; the last two 
pieces of contiguous territory to re- 
ceive statehood. 

In 1850 President Zachary Taylor, 
in his message to Congress, urged ad- 
mission. A constitution was adopted 
but the slavery fight killed New Mex- 
ico 's hopes. The plea that the people 
were unsuited by language and lack 
of education for statehood has pre- 
vailed until now. In California the 



every word spoken, except strictly 
legal arguments to the court alone. 
In many counties juries are com- 
posed wholly or almost wholly of 
men who do not speak a word of 
English, in others they are apt to 
be fairly evenly divided. Until very 
recent years there have been very 
few juries in which all spoke English 
with any fluency; in some counties 
they are still absolutely unknown. 
When a witness eroes on the stand 



English speaking 
Colorado 



In 



population. 
the same happened later, 
and both states came into the Union 



long 



In 



successful 






gold excitement in 1849 brought an questions are asked in English; the 
— " " interpreter translates all to the jury, 

the witness replies in English or 
Spanish, as the case may be, which 
the interpreter translates. Lawyers 
address the jury in English ; as they 
speak the interpreter stands by their 
side repeating the words in Spanish. 
The court 's charge to the jury is giv- 
en in English and translated in the 
same way. Only during a strictly 
technical argument between lawyers, 



ago. in no sense a 
mining region, with resources almost 
entirely agricultural and devoted to 
rearing of live stock, New Mexico 
has remained a Spanish- American 



commun 



despite the large increase in recent 
years of people whose native tongue 













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addressed to the court alone, or in a 
civil case, tried without a jury, 
where all parties speak English, is 
the interpreter relieved from con- 
stant service. 

Conditions in New Mexico have re- 
sulted in a class of Spanish and Eng- 
lish interpreters, without doubt the 
most expert in the world. To one 
newly arrived from the East they 
are a source of endless wonderment. 
Imagine a lawyer speaking to a jury 
in the same vigorous fashion that 

they do everywhere; now in a low, 

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mand for this ; these interpreters are 
the product of conditions that exist 

nowhere else. 

Not only in the courts but else- 
where is the same condition seen. In 



for 



the 



interpreter 

the 




impassioned tone; now shoutin 
the top of his lun_ , 
his arms about his head, now facing 
this way, now that, now speaking 
slowly, then his words pouring from 
his mouth in a torrent ; now speaking 
in calm, earnest tones, then beating 
the table, maybe, with his fist; and 
imagine, by his side the interpreter, 
calm and collected, repeating each 
word that he speaks, in another lan- 
rvrmcrp npvpr hpsitatiner. never blun- 



political campaigns 
is absolutely essential, and in 
same way he will translate a politi- 
cal speech that he will an address in 
court. In the political campaigns, 
too, he has a chance to show an abil- 
ity which he does not get in court, 
for a campaign speech may be given 
either in English or Spanish and this 
same interpreter, who has rattled off 
in Spanish a political speech or legal 
argument originally made in Eng- 
lish, will turn around and repeat 
with equal fluency in English an ad- 
dress made in Spanish. 

Of course all interpreters are not 
equally expert; there are all shades 
of proficiency, but one who would 
serve in the court room must be very, 
very thorough indeed ; if he is not, he 
will soon find himself out of a job; 
there is no chance for him to cover 



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of words m which h e* seldom more £p a D n , ^ ^ 

readily detect an error. He may be 



the most expert of them do, literally 
making the speech over again in 
Spanish, throwing in many of the 
very gestures that the attorney has 
used, at the proper points, imitating 
his tone and manner just at the prop- 
er time in order to convey to the 
jury each shade of meaning, each 
pathetic point and each emphatic ar- 
gument with an absolute minimum 
of loss in its effectiveness. To a new 
arrival it is simply wonderful. No- 
where outside of New Mexico is this 
to be seen; in neighboring states, in 
Arizona, Texas and California, in- 
terpreters are to be had; they can 
translate quickly questions and an- 
swers, but with a speech they must 
call on the speaker to go slowly, they 
must take lengthy addresses in come from the public schools, backed 



a little slow at first, but he must soon 
learn never to hesitate. 

These interpreters, as a rule, are 
of Spanish-American descent, natives 
of the territory, whose native lan- 
guage is Spanish, or, at least, the 
language of their parents is Spanish, 
although many of them have spoken 
both languages from infancy and it 
might be something of a question 
which is really their native tongue. 
Some are the sons of American pio- 
neer fathers and Spanish-American 
mothers. Some have been educated 
in Eastern schools, but the majority 
are simply the product of the condi- 
tions there, whose education has 



pieces and translate each part sepa- 
rately, they can not follow a speaker 
throughout, translating just a few 
words behind. In no other state or 



up by contact with English-speaking 
people. A great many of them, espe- 
cially of the earlier days, came from 
the ranks of the graduates of St 



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territory has there ever been a de- Michael's College, conducted by the 



Christian brothers in Santa Pe 
many years the only institution ior 
higher education in the territory 

The best interpreter, I believe, that 
ever came within my personal obser- 
vation was the late Hon. Pinito Pino 
of Las Cruces, who, in addition to 
his work as interpreter, was a prac- 
ticing attorney, and at one time a 
member of the Legislature ; few ever 
excelled him. Another is Hon. W. 
E. Martin of Socorro, but there were 
scores of others and are still. 

Despite the changes of recent years 
it will be many, many years before 
it will be possible to conduct court 
proceedings without 



need for the interpreter. 



Mexico is far 

be, though it, 

recent years. 

to the United 



Education in New 
from what it should 
too, has improved in 
This is not creditable 
States. It is but a few years since 
our newspapers were filled with 
glowing stories of what the govern- 
ment was to do for the cause of edu- 
cation in Porto Rico and the distant 
Philippines, and it is being done, too. 
All this is no doubt creditable; but 
why is it, we may ask, that for over 
sixty years New Mexico has needed 
this aid far more and not one dollar 
has been forthcoming, not one teach- 
er has been sent by the government 
to the aid of a population whose need 
was great, not a word has been heard 
in the halls of Congress in their be- 
when 



half; but quite the contrary, 

Senator 



other schools conducted 
friars; at annexation New 



by the 
Mexico 




ov- 



the constant been 



had not even an apology for an in- 
stitution for higher learning, scarce- 
ly a primary school existed within 
the whole length and breadth of the 
territory. After annexation, for 
many years, the only college was St. 
Michael's and its foundation was in 
no way assisted by the federal 
eminent Later on the territory re- 
ceived from Congress appropriations 
for agricultural and mechanical in- 
struction, and for a university, as 
are given to all the states and terri- 
tories. With this money a start has 

made towards higher educa- 
tion, but for the primary schools not 
one dollar has ever come from Wash- 



ington, 
such 



The 



has 



a Representative or 
raised his voice on New Mexico it 
has been with a sneer at the ignor- 
ance of the people and to ridicule 
their aspirations for statehood. 
Strange to say it has never occurred 
to these eminent patriots that it 
might be a good plan to do some- f rom the Spanish of Spain or Mexi- 



public school system, 
as it is, is the result of home 
methods. In the centers of popula- 
tion, such as Santa Fe, Albuquerque 
and Las Vegas, it is fairly good, com- 
paring favorably with that in most 
other states, but its efficiency varies 
widely in smaller places; perhaps, 
it would be more correct to say its 
inefficiency is less in some places than 
others, when speaking of many coun- 
ties. Illiteracy is far too common, 
especially among the older and mid- 
dle generation. There are com- 
munities in which very, very few 
speak English; many more in which 
the majority do not speak it. The 
territorial capital, Santa Fe, has by 
far a majority of Spanish speaking 
people. A great many inhabitants 
do not speak English at all, many 
others speak it very poorly, but the 
younger generation in the larger 
towns are nearly all speaking it. 

The Spanish spoken by these peo- 
ple naturally varies in many ways 



thing to remove that ignorance. 



the 



At the time of annexation 
Philippines had a school system 
poor, no doubt — but New Mexico 
had absolutely nothing. Manila had 
a university long prior to annexation, 
established by the Jesuits, and 



co, but it does not vary in anything 
like the degree that many imagine. 
It is all Spanish. One who speaks 
with fluency the language spoken by 
the natives of New Mexico will have 
little more difficulty in making him- 
self understood in Mexico City, or 



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in making himself understood in Lon- 
don. To a Spanish-speaking visitor 
an amusing feature is found in the 
continual translation of En ^ s . h 
phrases literally into Spanish. This 
is true especially of official and tech- 
nical terms, and is easily accounted 
for by the fact that if a native of 
the territory has received any edu- 
cation he has received it in English, 
except for what he may have ac- 
quired by private study. His knowl- 
edge of technical terms in English 
will be far greater than in Spanish 
and his natural tendency will be to 
translate them literally. The same 
is true of the American who has ac- 
quired Spanish in New Mexico, chief- 
ly by ear. Again, when there are 
several words in Spanish of almost 
but not quite exactly the same mean- 
ing, one of which is very similar in 
sound to an English word of similar 
meaning, the tendency will be to 
translate absolutely literally, al- 
though the use of one of the other 
words would be more proper. Thus, 
today the New Mexican refers to an 
American whiskey emporium as a 
" saloon," spelled exactly as in Eng- 

sounded 

same, 
tina. ' ' 




tly the 
In Mexico the word is "can- 
The word "saloon" exists in 



mon speech the American refers to 
the natives as Mexicans; a term by 
no means correct, as it should mean 
a native or citizen of the Republic of 
Mexico. Its use is by no means cal- 
culated to make good American citi- 
zens of the people. Realizing this 
many newspapers of the territory 
have forbidden the word to be used 
in their columns. There is no sense 
in calling particular attention to the 
ancestry of every drunkard, petit 
larcenist, or more serious criminal 
who is hauled into court ; yet this is 
the practice almost universally out- 
side the territory. There is no sense 
in printing "Juan Garcia, a Mexi- 
can," as no paper would ever think 
of printing "Mike McGuire, an Irish- 
man," in publishing a story of the 
police court. Juan and Mike's names 
sufficiently proclaim their ancestry. 

New Mexico was under Mexican 
rule scarcely twenty-five years. In 
the revolution that freed Mexico 
from Spain New Mexico had no 
part, being separated from the rest 
of the country by a vast desert. 
Some inhabitants were pro-Spanish 
in sympathy, others indifferent. 
For a quarter of a century the coun- 
try was nominally under Mexican 
rule. At that time Mexico was in 



Spanish but it has a different mean- the con tinual throes of revolution, a 
ing in Spain and Mexico. 

A Spaniard came to Santa Fe and 
was an interested spectator of a 
session of the Legislature. A mem- 
ber was interrupted in a speech by 
a colleague, and, angered, he applied 
an opprobrious name in English to 
the interrupter, and added: "Cal- 
lase, tengo el suelo," meaning lit- 
erally, "Shut up, I have the floor," 
an exact translation of the English 
phrase, but unintelligible to one who 
spoke the Spanish of Spain and 
Mexico. Such a one would have said, 
"Tengo la palabra" (I have the 
word). The remark was the source 
of great amusement to the Spaniard, 
n aturally . 

In many respects the New Mexi- 



country 
gressive nation of today. In these 
revolutions New Mexico had no in- 
terest. The people received the gov- 
ernors sent from the capitol from 
time to time, if they were satisfac- 
tory, and frequently sent them home 
when they were not. American trad- 
ers and explorers made their way to 
Santa Fe in the earlier days and es- 
tablished relations that were mutu- 
ally profitable and wealthy families 
sent their sons to the States to be 
educated. Very few ever visited 
other parts of Mexico. When Gen. 
Kearny's little army approached 
Santa Fe in 1847, Governor Armijo, 
with a few soldiers he had brought 
from Mexico, wanted to resist. The 



him from office by force and sent him 
back to Mexico; then a committee 
went out to welcome the advancing 
Americans. A few remained loyal 
to Mexico but for the most part they 
left the territory after annexation or 
became reconciled. 

Gen. Kearney at once organized 
a provisional government, appointed 
officers from the few 



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domiciled in Santa 
ers of the 
among the 

his 



Americans 
Fe, the lead- 
pro-American movement 
natives and 



has 



army, 
never 



For 
been 



of disloyalty to 

New 



officers of 
sixty years there 
the faintest hint 
the United States 



Mexico, 



far 



the 



in rsew xviexico, so iar as 
native people are concerned. When, 
fourteen years after annexation, the 
civil war came, in 1861 and 1862, the 
Confederates invaded New Mexico 
from Texas. Of the few Americans 
in the territory many were from the 
South and among these the invader 



found friends, but among the native 
inhabitants they found only hatred 
and bitter opposition. Two regi- 
ments of volunteers composed, ex- ico furnished quite 



'Tejanos," as the natives called 
them, had something to do with the 
New Mexican's attitude, but what- 
ever the reason, the facts remain. In 
Santa Fe there stands in the plaza a 
small monument erected by the Leg- 
islature in 1867 to "The Heroes of 
the Federal Army who fell at Val 
Verde." It has been said this mon- 
ument is the only one in the United 
States in which the term " rebel" is 
applied to the Confederates. 

After the Confederate invasion 
was repelled New Mexico took no 
further part in the war, though 
New Mexican troops were employed 
in garrison and Indian warfare to 
relieve, to some extent, the Regulars 
and permit them to go to the war in 
the East. A California regiment 
was marched overland, through Ari- 
zona, to the relief of the territory, 
but arrived too late to take part in 
the fighting and remained in garri- 
son in the south of the territory un- 
til the end of the war. 

During the Spanish war New Mex- 




of 



cept for a few officers, entirely of 
natives, under command of the fa- 
mous Kit Carson, swelled the ranks 
of the Union Army, in addition to 
the militia called out during the act- 
ual invasion. Those who remained 
at home, in many cases, lent service 
by supplying ammunition and by fur- 
to the national 



troops. 



from 



nishing supplies 

forces and withholding them 

the Confederates. 

As soldiers it is true, the New 
Mexican volunteers were not a suc- 
cess. But for the U. S. Regulars 



a number 
A fair proportion of Roose- 
velt's Rough Riders and of the First 
Territorial Infantry came from 
the inhabitants of New Mexico, 
though most of these by far were of 
American ancestry. Only English- 
speaking natives were accepted, and 
a number of these volunteered. Some 
served in the Philippines and after- 
wards entered the civil service there. 
Quite a few New Mexicans, both na- 
tives of Spanish descent aild Amer- 
ican residents, who speak Spanish, 
have found employment with the 



stationed in the territory the South- government in the new Spanish pos 



erners would have had a compara- 
tively easy task, for the New Mexi- 
cans were un drilled, ill armed and 



sessions. 



The question will now be asked, 
Will New Mexico be a success as a 



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can is in a class by himself. In com- inhabitants held a meeting, dismissed 



handicapped in every possible way, State ?^ This is hard to answer^and 
but this in no way detracts from the ' * *•*- -.--- 

honor due them for their loyal sup- 
port. Santa Fe was occupied by the 
Confederates for a few days in 1862, 
but the invasion was a total failure. 
Perhaps, as some maintain, the ill 
feeling existing against the Texans, 



depends a little on what you mean 
by success. I believe New Mexico 
will be as much of a success as many 
of our other states, more so, perhaps 
than some, but it will be hard to 
find very much of a compliment in 
this, when one considers how some 









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of our states are governed. It would 
be next to impossible for New Mexi- 
co to do any worse than some have 

done. 

Though I know nothing as to wJiat 
may be the plan for a constitution 
at this time, I do not think there is 
any probability that New^ Mexico 
will adopt what is called "A Pro- 

' ' • ' such as Okla- 



West 



gressive Constitution, 

homa's; on the contrary, I 

it will be more along the old lines. 

The new state is practically certain 

to be "machine ruled" to a very 



the white families, instead of only 
single men, the race problem may 
come, and when it does no man can 
perceive where it may lead. The na- 
tive element is stronger here than 
anywhere in the regions acquired 
from Mexico. In other parts, in Cal- 
ifornia, Arizona, Southern Califor- 
fc0 ^ w nia and Texas there has never been 
believe, any conflict, and it is to be hoped 

there will not be any in New Mexico. 

In politics New Mexico has prob- 

been neither better nor worse 



large extent. This is unavoidable m 
view of the population and what they 
have been accustomed to. Whether 
or not this is a good thing may be 
left for readers to determine for 
themselves; suffice it to say, that it 
is impossible to be otherwise. 

New Mexico, generally speaking, 
has been law-abiding. Lynching has 
been practically unknown; had it 
ever been epidemic, as it has in so 
many states, while a territorial con- 
dition existed, the Federal govern- 
ment would have interfered. I do 
not believe it will become otherwise, 
though some outbreaks are not im- 
possible. Through the coming of 
large numbers of people from the 
eastern states there may be a very 
serious race problem introduced. In 
the earlier days comparatively few 
families came from the East, the 
number of American women was 
very small; the men were the fron- 
tiersmen who came single, and, if 
Lhey married at all, frequently mar- 
ried native women. Thus, in the 
towns of New Mexico there has gen- 
erally been the best of feeling, in- 
termarriage between the races hav- 
ing been very common and there has 
been no race problem. 

With the coming of families frorr 
the East and their establishment in 



ably 

i han most of the states. 



As in smaM 



the native communities, in time there 
may be bult up a 



of 



j 



large group 
American society entirely distinctive 
from the old regime. When inter- 
marriage ceases, just as it has ceased 
between the whites and the Indians 



communities always, the papers have 
been filled with the most extreme 
and bitter denunciations of oppon- 
ents, and any one reading their col- 
umns might easily have imagined 
New Mexico far worse than it ever 
was. As a matter of fact the same 



scandals have always occurred in a 
great many other states. During 
New Mexico's entire career, while 
Congress has had the right to veto 
any of the acts of the Territorial 
Legislature, the only instance in 
which this veto was exercised wa 
over the bill to incorporate the 

Jesuits. 

As to the benefit which New Mex- 
ico will receive there may be differ- 
ences of opinion. That politicians 
will profit is beyond question. There 
will be more offices to hold and far 



better 



opportunities for appoint- 
ments to Federal positions outside 
the state. There will be two sena- 
tors and at least one representative 
where there is now but a single vote- 
less delegate to Congress. There 
will be a United States court, besides 
a full set of state courts, where the 
two are now one. So it will be in a 
number of other matters. 

It is well known that for some 

inexplicable reason East- 
ern capital will not place confidence 
in territorial government. The sys- 
tem, it is generally claimed, is dis- 
tasteful, it being supposed that indi- 
cates inferiority on the part of the 
people. To some extent this is true; 



well-nigh 



it indicates, no doubt, that Congress 
holds a poor opinion of them; but 
on the other hand, what else does it 
mean ? It means unquestionably that 
life and property will receive, when- 
ever necessary, the direct protection 
of the United St cites. If a strike oc- 
curs in the territory and violence 
follows, the independent workman 
and employer are not compelled to 
plead and beg protection from offi- 
cers completely under local influence 
and seeking for the votes of the 
ers; they need not wait for a 
cowardly or inefficient governor to 
ask for Federal aid; they can go di- 
rect to Washington and the law will 
be enforced by all the power and ma- 
jesty of the United States. Had Ne- 
vada been a territory, instead of hav- 
ing been wrongfully almitted as a 
state years ago, the deplorable con- 
ditions at Goldfield could not have 
existed. There would have been no 




th 



right 



and 



better to 



question arise as to 
duty of the President to enforce the 
law with Federal troops. Strange 
to say, many persons do not under- 
stand this, and they prefer to trust 
their lives and property to such a 
government, or perhaps it would be 

say, such an apology for 
government as prevailed at Gold- 
field, rather than to a government 
which assures them the direct protec- 
tion of the United States with all 
that it implies. It is absurd, but 
true. And this condition of public 
sentiment has always been one of the 
pleas offered by advocates of state- 
hood for New Mexico. 

On the other hand, some may point 
to unfortunate abuse of Federal au- 
thority. But one example of this 
has ever occurred; this was in the 
matter of the Elephant Butte Dam. 
in which an English company sought 
to construrt a huge dam or reservoir 
at Elephant Butte and impound the 
waters of the Rio Grande for 
the benefit of the people of the Me- 
silla valley in New Mexico and the 
valley in Texas and New Mexico on 
the south. 



dalupe Hidalgo the United States 
and Mexico were to have equal use 
of the waters of the Rio Grande for 
irrigation, and it is asserted that the 
two agreed to regard the Rio Grande 
as a navigable stream. The construc- 
tion of large irrigation works at the 
head waters of the stream in Colo- 
rado drained the river completely 
during the seasons when water was 
most desired. Much suffering re- 
sulted in New Mexico, in Texas and 
m Mexico, and the Mexican govern- 
ment was compelled to send relief 
to many farmers on its territory 
along the frontier. 

The International Boundary Com- 
mission, of which the American mem- 
ber was Brigadier-General Anson 
Mills, United States Army, retired, 
charged with finding means of re- 
lief, reported that of the water taken 
from the river 97 per cent was ex- 
tracted in Colorado and 3 per cent 



in New Mexico. 



per 
The only solution 
offered was for Congress to forbid 
New Mexico to take any of the wa- 
ter, while allowing Colorado to con- 
tinue to take all that might be de- 
sired, and to enjoin the English 
company from its proposed work. 

* 

This last recommendation was car- 
ried out and litigation based upon 
the absurd legal fiction of navigation 
on the Rio Grande, which is dry dur- 
ing nine months of the year, and in 
New Mexico and for many miles be- 
low El Paso will not float a log, was 
kept up until the English company 
quit in disgust. A greater outrage 
against the rights of a helpless peo- 
ple was never perpetrated by our 
government. The only reason for it 
was that Colorado was a state and 
able to defend itself, New Mexico 
was a territory and helpless. The 
onlv excuse ever offered for the 

boundary commission's report was 
that there seemed to be nothing else 
possible. It was little short of a re- 
flection on the intelligence of the 
American commissioner and a mat- 



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the slightest respectful consideration 
in Washington. 

With the establishment of the Re- 
clamation Service the problem for 
New Mexico, Texas and Mexico is 
solved. A large dam and reservoir 
are being built at Engle, near Ele- 
phant Butte, by the government, and 
the water distributed to southern 
New Mexico, Texas and Mexico on 
the usual terms, satisfactory to all. 
This has brought about great pros- 
perity for the Mesiila valley, greatly 
increasing property values, and has 
brought in a large population from 

the East. 

In the southeast the settlers have 
flowed into the Pecos valley, where 
substantial irrigation works have 
been built and direct railroad com- 
munication established with the East 
in the last few years. This is one of 
the least native parts of the new 
state. For the first time the north- 
eastern part was brought into direct 
railroad communication with the rest 
of the territory, a few years ago, by 
the building of the Rock Island, El 
Paso and Northeastern and the 



Sheep raising is a very important 
industry. Cattle raising is carried 
on on a very large scale. Agricul- 
ture is improving, though it has al- 
ways been the main occupation of 
the people. As a mining country 
New Mexico, so far, is a failure, ex- 
cept in coal. 

New Mexico's experience in state- 
hood should be watched with interest 
by every American. If successful, 
all should rejoice, and perhaps this 
may have its bearing upon the treat- 
ment of other Spanish-speaking terri- 
tory acquired by the United States, 
though the conditions in each are en- 
tirely different. Politically it is hard 
to tell just what New Mexico will 
do; it has sometimes been Demo- 
cratic and sometimes Republican; it 
is noteworthy, however, that it was 
not swept into the Bryan ranks in 
1896 by the free silver craze, as 
were so many of the Western states. 
Of course, the territory did not vote 
for President, but the Republican 
party was able to carry the local elec- 
tions and the trend of public opin- 



raso ana iNorineasiern aim iuc . +^ w «»^„ Tv/r^T^nUv "RormV» 

t. A _ ~ , ! n -. i? rt ii rtWrt j ion was towards Mcluniey. itepuD- 
Santa Fe Central railroads, followed .. _ . _ , _ ^o™/ w ui, w. 



later by the Atchison, Topeka & San- 
ta Fe's Belen cut-off. The Santa Fe 
is the owner of far the greater part 
of the mileage in New Mexico, as the 
Southern Pacific merely skirts the 
southwest corner. During the last 

very 



licans have been charged with hav- 
ing kept the territory out because of 
the belief that it would be Deir-oc- 
ratic; the correctness of this remains 
to be seen. 

Whatever happens, let us watch 

the 



nearly doubled and much 
planned. 



closely and with friendly eyes, 
more is career of the last state to be added 

to our Union. 



The fallow furrows, turned in wan despair, 

And sown in grief, 
When comes the happy harvests will be fair 

With golden sheaf. 



From Oaxaca to the Isthmus of 

Tehuantepec 



By ERVIN V. KECK-SCHWARZBACH 




AXACA, the capital of the 
state of the same name, 
in Mexico, is located 
about 350 miles south- 
west of Mexico City. Its 
glorious political history, its wonder- 
ful climate and the richness of its 
soil and mineral resources have made 
it one of the best known states in 
the country. It has an area almost 
equal to that of the state of Kansas, 



When the Spaniards came they 
found that Oaxaca 's mineral re- 
sources had long been exploited, but 
the primitive methods of the Indians 
had enabled them to handle only the 
richer surface deposits. The Span- 
iards, with a better conception of 
mining, worked the old properties to 
greater depths and discovered new 
ones. These old workings are eager- 
ly sought for even to this day, and 









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and a coastline on the Pacific Ocean 
of 306 miles. There are several 
good ports on the seacoast, the prin- 
cipal one being Salinas Cruz, the 
western terminus of the Tehuantepec 

Yini 1 1% /™| rj /I 

Accounts left by Cortez and others 
of the Spanish conquerors of Mexi- 
co show that the state of Oaxaca fur- 
nished the greater part of the im- 
mense treasure that enriched the 
Montezumas and their predecessors. 



the amount of wealth taken from 
them by the colonial miners ran high 
into the millions. 

About eight years ago the Ameri- 
cans began to take a hand in the min- 
ing industry, and at the present time 
most of the mining property is in 
the hands of Americans. The rapid 
construction of mills to handle the 
ore of the different districts and the 
arrangements now being made to 
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conjunction with the extension of 
the National Railways toward the 
Atlantic and Pacific Coast over the 
Isthmus of Tehuantepee, indicate the 
coming of very prosperous times in 
Oaxaca. 



Owing to the kind invitation at 



some mining men, whose acquain- 
tance I made in Oaxaca, I had the 
opportunity of acquiring some valu- 
able information regarding the coun- 
try. On the trip we passed through 
that part of the state— rich in min- 
eral deposits— which will soon be 



of Oaxaca. From there begins the 
descent into the hot zone to Totolapa, 
which we reached late in the after- 
noon. Totolapa is located on the 
banks of the river of the same name 
and is also the center of a very con- 
siderable mining district. The ore 
of this camp is very rich and several 
of the mines have been dividend- 
payers. 

At seven o'clock next morning we 

took to the saddle again. For the 
first ten miles the road followed the 
river, crossing it some fourteen times. 




CASTLE OF CHAPULTEPEC 



"THE WHITE HOUSE" OF MEXICO 



rendered easily accessible by the rail- 
road between Oaxaca and Tehaunte- 

pec. 

We left Oaxaca early in the morn- 
ing, and early in the afternoon we 
arrived at Mitla. In the quaint little 
hotel we had the pleasure of meet- 
ing a very jolly party from New 
York, with whom Ave visited the 
world famous ruins. Next morning 
we departed from Mitla with the 
well wishes of our friends and 
reached, after a ride of about four 
hours, San Donysio, which is situ- 
ated on the end of the fertile valley 



At ten o'clock we left the river and 
began a rather steep climb. 

Early in the afternoon we reached 
the top of the mountain and enjoyed 
an excellent view of some of the 
highest peaks of the state of Oax- 
aca. The descent seemed to me al- 
most endless and very tiresome, and 
never before did I enjoy the view of 
a town more than that of San Carlos 
Yantepec, the capital of the district 
of the same name, which we could 
see several miles in the distance. We 
arrived there at four o'clock, men 
and horses tired and thirsty. 



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In San Carlos Yantepec I made the 
acquaintance of Mr. R, Batelt, whose 
mine is located some 75 miles south 
of the village, and who came to San 
Carlos to look up some old mining 
records. Mr. Batelt is an experi- 
enced mining man who has been 
working properties in Oaxaca for 
the last fourteen years and during 
the last seven years has opened a 
promising property in this district, 

Two days after our arrival in San 
Carlos Yantepec we accepted Mr. 
Batelt 's invitation to visit his mines, 



turned off on a side trail toward the 
mine. After a pleasant ride along 
the river we arrived late in the af- 
ternoon at the property belonging 
to our friend. 

The camp lies in a charming loca- 
tion on the banks of a cool, clear 
mountain stream. On either side are 
high mountains, densely covered 
with trees, principally with oaks and 
pines. Good food and good beds 
made us soon forget all the hardships 
we had to go through on our 165 
mile horseback ride from Oaxaca. 



exists some old legends. In the pres- 
ent one the tradition is that about 

100 



years ago 
mines caved 



of the richest 



which are among the oldest in the Inmost of the old mining camps 
country. Under his guidance we ar- 
rived in the afternoon at San Boro- 
tolo Yantepec, an Indian village in 
which the people still hold strong to 
their Indian costumes, and where 
hardly any woman speaks Spanish, 
notwithstanding that the main road 
to Tehuantepee passes through it. 
We passed the night in the house of 
the postmaster, who for the past for- 
ty years has also been schoolmaster 

Thus he was re- 



in the same village. 

sponsible for what little knowledge 

in reading and writing the present 

generation has. 

At noon the next day after we had 
followed the main road to Tehuan- 
tepee for four or 



one 

m, entombing all the 

working men, who are still buried, 
for the mine never has been re- 
opened. Near the mine are the ruins 
of an old smelter, showing the way 
in which the original owners dis- 
posed of their minerals. 

These mines had been lying idle 
for over 100 years, ever since the 
Spanish owners were driven out dur- 
ing the war of independence, until 
the present owner, Mr. R. Batelt, ac- 
quired and began to work on them, 
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ore have been brought to light in 
the mine but no test has been made 
of it, as the owner is satisfied with 
shipping the high grade ores, which 
bring good prices. 

It was with regret I finally had to 
mount my horse again for the trip 
to Tehuantepec, a distance of fifty 
miles, which we rode in twelve hours, 

horses once on the way. 

-ab out 



changing 

The greater part of the road- 
miles — is entirely 



thirty-five 
and there 



level 
reason why one 



tiful 



is no 

should not run over it in an automo- 
bile. 

Tehuantepec, famous for its beau- 
women who dress in most pic- 
turesque costumes, has lost mmh of 
its commercial importance through 
the advent of the railroad. It used 
to be the distributing point for the 
states of Oaxaca, Chiapas and the re- 
public of Guatemala, but little is left 
now of its former glory. The land 
around is of an excellent 
good for corn, cotton, sugar cane and 
almost everything else, but as the 
rainfall on the Pacific slope is rather 
uncertain, great irrigation works 
would have to be undertaken to 
make this country an agricultural 
certainty. 




of 



and 



Important deposits 01 onyx 
marble exist near Tehuantepec but 
have never been properly exploited 
on account of lack of transportation 
facilities. A new company has just 
been formed which will first of all 
build a tramway to the quarries, and 
then begin extracting the stone on 
a large scale. Tehuantepec has ex- 
cellent railway connection with the 
City of Mexico over the National Te- 
huantepec and the Mexican Railway. 
A direct Pullman leaves Salina Cruz 
and Tehuantepec in the evening, and 
awakes next moraine in the 



one 
heart of 



morning in 
tropical agriculture. 



The 



railroad passes through coffee, rub- 
ber and sugar cane plantations and 
rolling pastureland. In the evening 
it arrives at Orizaba and two hours' 
time is allowed to get a glimpse of 
this famous and beautiful Mexican 



city. T returned to the Pullman car 
and bed after having enjoyed an ex- 
cellent dinner in a hotel kept by a 
Frenchman; and never even noticed 
that the train pulled out about mid- 
night for the last part of the journey. 
During the night we climbed some 

feet to the plateau where the 
City of Mexico is situated. At eight 
o'clock the next morning the train 
reached the metropolis, and I found 
that I was just in time for the cele- 
bration of the centennial, of which I 
will write in one of my future ar- 
ticles. 



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I offer 47 acres of as good land as ever grew an orange. It is 
located in the far-famed Campo Verde Colony tract, Tulare 



County, California, 



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and directly alongside the S. P. R. R., one mile from Lois 
Station. The soil is red adobe and free from lime and pro- 
nounced by Expert Horticulturists as the best orange land 
in vicinity. The soil and climate are also adapted to the 
production, in their highest perfection, of peaches, prunes, 
pears, apricots, apples, olives, figs, plums, almonds, English 
walnuts, raisins, table and wine grapes, lemons, limes and 
berries of all kinds, also alfalfa. Wheat and all small grains 
are grown without irrigation. 

There is an inexhaustible water supply. Shipping and hauling 
facilities are excellent. I cannot, in this space, begin to tell 
you of the many advantages of this tract or touch upon the 
safe, sane and sound investment opportunity it affords. 
Thorough investigation will convince you that, at my low 
price of $125.00 per acre, you will get land which would be a 
sacrifice at $150.00 and something you can make worth 
$1,000.00 an acre in oranges. T am not a land man. I bought 
this place for a home. 

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The following named real estate is splendidly located in 
Orange County, California, near two railroads, and is very 
desirable. Thirty-seven acres of rich, sandy loam soil 
bearing alfalfa with an abundance of water for irrigating, 
an eight room house and outbuildings, a good team, herd 
of cattle and full equipment of implements, etc. 

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PACIFIC GROVE is situated on the beautiful bay of Monterey, on the coast line 
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The PACIFIC GROVE PENINSULA is one of the most charmingly picturesque 
•pots in California, and Pacific Grove is situated in the heart of this beauty. It take* 
its name from the forest of virgin pines and oaks in which it is located, while about 
it on every side is the sea. This ocean environment accounts for the phenomenal climate 

mild without variation, and yet tonic with the salt of the sea which saves it from the 

languid element that commonly marks even climates. 

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Pacific Grove is a city of homes and is often called "CHAUTAUQUA BY THE 
SEA" because here is held each summer the Chautauqua Assembly uf Northern 

California. • 

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are lower in fall, winter and spring than in summer. Inquiries concerning cottage* 
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